I work at a physical therapy clinic and treat all sorts of patients. Some I connect with and, to be honest, some I simply treat and look forward to when they move on. For the past couple months I have had the priviedge to work with a particular gentleman who I have enjoyed immensely. He is warm and kind and tells me funny, dramatic happenings from his life and family just about everytime I see him. Over the course of his visits, we have had several great conversations about our shared faith and how God has worked in our lives. I have come to recognize him as a fellow tenderheart. He has been my patient during the 6 days I was off during and after the IVF procedure and also during the days I was gone last week while resting and trying to save our pregnancy. He has been always gracious upon my return to work and asked in general how I was and accepted my vague answers. Yesterday, however, just as he was leaving therapy, he grabbed my arm and said, " I don't know what is going on in your life, but I want you to know that I am praying for you."
wow.
I, of course, instantly choked up with the fresh emotion of our miscarriage. I managed to quietly say, "thank you. I sure could use it", and walked away before breaking into tears. Since then, I have not been able to get this brief exchange out of my mind. I was touched by his concern for me, who, in the grand scheme of his life, am a temporary aquaintance. It gave me a lot of comfort on a day that was difficult to navigate without losing my hold on my emotions and composure. It was a God thing without a doubt. He knew I needed this to get through my day. God bless this gentle, kind, and wonderfully perceptive man that God sent my way.
I continue to KNOW that God is good all the time, and I am even starting to feel it some again.
Kendra
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