Again I met with Madame S., since Stephen's condition is terminal the hospital wanted us to find another place for him as we "wait".
The nurses had cared so well for him where he is, will anyone else care so tenderly for my child as these nurses had?
I knew it was impossible for myself to be his 24/7 nurse with my other 5 children needing me as well.
My prayer.. "Oh, LORD, please help us find the care he needs with those who will love him as we do"...
Madame S. had been attending meetings and checking around, we had an appointment to visit a home for Epileptic children. When we arrived, I was dismayed with the sight of so many needy children. My throat tightened taking my breath and my eyes once again filled...almost to overflowing. As we inquired the head nurse informed us that there was no space available for us.
NO SPACE?? My child was going to fill a space?
Oh once again I felt that horrible surge of anger over the world's outlook on handicap children. I know she didn't mean for it to sound this way..my emotions and my sensitivity to MY child's need over road any sense of "Professionalism" as they in this field are required. I had to learn to appreciate the "world of Professionalism" and except it. Knowing they deal with people day in and day out.
I have faith. I must exercise it. I must trust the LORD and remember HE knows my needs and HE will guide my way. REMEMBER...his promises...REMEMBER...all he has already done for me.
Psalm 111:3-5 His work is honourable and glorious: and his righteousness endureth for ever. He hath made his wonderful works to be remembered: the LORD is gracious and full of compassion. He hath given meat unto them that fear him: he will ever be mindful of his covenant.
Madame S. checked around...NO SPACE.
She will inquire at the hospital Stephen was born in...the one Kathryn worked at! This is not a hospital for terminally ill patients..but maybe..just maybe they will take Stephen?
Kathryn continued to visit and encourage us in the "nursing" field and the care that he will receive...wherever it is...will be good. It was comforting hearing this from her..a nurse..and a friend.
Our witness with her continued as well...each visit more Bible...more questions...more tears.
Because that which may be known of God is manifest in them; for God hath shewed it unto them. For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead; so that they are without excuse. Because that, when they knew God, they glorified him not as God, neither were thankful; but became vain in their imaginations, and their foolish heart was darkened. Romans 2:19-21
Madame S. also ....another word of our faith. I gave her a gift of appreciation for all her help and also a Gospel tract. Why a tract? after all our conversations?...a reminder...in writing that God's word is always available...the message is never gone and she can always have it with her. Perhaps she will read it and then tuck it away in her purse or in a book and find it again...read it again.
* I am a person who hands out tracts. I heard testimony once of a woman who was given a tract. She did indeed tuck it away. Years! later...she found it..and read it, she remembered that someone cared enough....and one day she trusted Christ as her Saviour!!