The Spirit helps us with our weakness. We do not know how to pray as we should. But the Spirit himself speaks to God for us, even begs God for us with deep feelings that words cannot explain.
God's surprises heal with a loving tenderness, especially in the times we are most vulnerable. When I realize I can't do it, I have nothing left - God comes to where I am, in my greatest need. He meets me in my weakness, takes me in his arms with astonishing love and mercy. ~Jean Wise, Healthy Spirituality
This is the sixth installment in my series about our recent "vacation" in North Carolina. You can read the previous five under April in the Blog Archives on the right hand side of this page.
I wake. I shower. I dress in day-old clothes. I need coffee. Now. Before breakfast. I need fresh air.
I need to pray.
The words are not there. I do not know how to pray as I should, but God, through His Holy Spirit, hears my groans. He intervenes and prays for me when words are inadequate. This experience is more humbling than I care to admit. Didn't You give me the gift of writing, Lord? Why wouldn't I have the words? Why would You withhold them?
Because He is the God of surprises, healing me when I am the most helpless, meeting me in my weakness, finding me in the lowly place, and calling me to look up. Up to Him.
I do, but then close my eyes. A tear escapes. Is this another day of waiting, or will Danny have surgery?
Saying thanks to God and trusting in His plans, I hastily eat the hotel's breakfast (the bacon rates a 10 on the Martha Meter), then it's out the front doors to call an Uber and return to the hospital.
Danny is chipper and upbeat, unlike the plodding of his heart, and we are elated to be reunited. We chat about our previous evening's experiences, and he is so glad to hear how well I am being treated at Homewood, and that I've made friends with Claudia, who will be staying the this week on business. "It makes me feel so much better knowing you have someone to talk to in the evenings," Danny says. "Let's hope we'll hear some good news about the surgery soon. And no matter what, you need to take an Uber to the nearest Walmart for some new clothes and phone chargers. We can't keep borrowing them."
"Tell me about it," I say. "It's disgusting to have to wear the same outfit I had on yesterday, but I'm sure the hospital staff has seen and smelled worse!"
"No doubt," Danny says with a laugh. "But you always smell good to me."
It isn't long after this exchange that Dr. H., the cardiologist, pays a visit. "We couldn't schedule for today," he says regretfully, "but we have you slated for tomorrow at 12:30." We are disappointed, but not disheartened. It will all happen in God's timing, the only timing we can trust.
I am off to Walmart, and miracle of miracles, this store is in the midst of a refurbishing; every associate, it seems, is out there on the floor and ready to help for a change. More angels? Yes, indeed! I am guided to every aisle and assisted in every need, especially when it comes to the phone cables. I have no clue! But by the time I reach check-out, I've been helped more times than I can count, and am feeling so blessed to have found the exact items we need to ride out our Asheville stay.
As I board the Uber, with my first female driver, a person still attached to the "Flower Child" lifestyle, I'm given the opportunity to share my faith with her as I describe Danny's situation. She seems receptive, open even. And we exchange hugs once she has delivered me safely to St. Joseph's.
Oh, Lord, I hope the witness I gave makes an impact upon this one dear soul!
Because isn't that what we're called to do? Bear witness to the love of Christ for this sinful and broken world? It isn't easy when the words escape us. When we have to depend on the Spirit to intervene on our behalf.
But He, the God of surprises, will shine through and shine forth.
And sometimes, hugs speak louder than words.
I have every intention of completing this series in the coming weeks, but because of a new situation Danny and I are currently facing, I'm going to have to take a break. Although the original surgery went well, Danny has, unfortunately, developed an infection around the wound site and will have to have a second surgery this coming Friday. We would most appreciate your prayers, dear friends, for a successful operation and perfect healing this time around. Thank you!