I smile and ask God..."Who ministers to who?"~Debra Wilson

Debra Wilson

On this cold rainy dark day, I started my morning leaving around 7:30 to take Lillian for an echo-cardiogram  I knew it would be hard for her to get out so early and in the cold rain no less. But I found my sweet Lillian positive about our journey. She says she can tell that I have pain today...I mention in a care-free way my neck and shoulders as usual. Lillian has arthritis pain daily and her immobility in her upper body is evident ..and suffers from pain in her neck area. So once home, I get her settled with her heat pack on her neck and she is all cozy in her chair. We hug and say a kazillion I love you's. 

Before I leave I mention I am using her bathroom...I close the door but not tight. I hear her start talking...she is praying. Talking to God as if he is standing right beside her...no formal prayer....just words. She is asking him to take care of me...thanking him for bringing me to her...asking him to make my pain go away and keep me and my home and family safe...asking him to keep my doggies and chickens happy and healthy. I don't want to just go back out and interrupt her conversation. I wait another few seconds and peek through the bathroom door. 

Her hand is slightly raised and she is trying to look up and her words of prayer are just flowing. I am so humbled by what I see and hear my tears just start falling. Here is a woman who has so little and in chronic pain..and she is praying for me. I don't know what I ever did to be so blessed to have a precious lady as this in my life. As I leave I smile and ask God..."Who ministers to who?"