Thank you, everyone who prayed for me on Thursday as I accompanied my grandparents to the hospital. It went a lot better than I had expected, except that it was a lot longer than originally was planned. I was gone from our house from 9:00 AM to 9:00 PM!! Anyway, my grandma's procedure went well and she is doing okay. The time spent with her, Granddaddy, and Daddy was a good memory made, and I do praise the Lord for it.
The Lord sent a couple great blessings along the way. One was in the cafeteria. Daddy, Granddaddy, and I had gone downstairs to get something to eat and were sitting at a large round table-- room for probably seven or eight people to sit around. While we were eating, a lady came by, sat down, bowed her head and closed her eyes for a moment, and then began to eat her soup. I wonder if she's a Christian! I wondered. But the whole time she was eating, I was too nervous to ask. (Bad me!) Anyway, just as she was about to leave, I finally asked, "Ma'am-- are you a Christian? I saw you pray before you ate."
A sun broke out on her face and she exclaimed, "Yes!"
"Praise the Lord!" I said, "so am I!"
She replied sweetly, "Well, we'll see each other again in heaven!"
Later, we were sitting waiting while Grama was in her procedure. We were at a point in the hallway that was right near a corner, but we couldn't see around it. A lady was talking on her cellphone on the other side of the corner, where we couldn't see her, but it didn't take long before I realized she was talking about God. From what I could gather, she was witnessing to a skeptic who didn't want to believe God; and the lady whom we could hear talking was sharing Christ and Scripture so boldly-- it was incredible!! She was talking about God being our creator, Him knowing all things, basically about surrendering to Him (I don't remember the wording she used), but anyway, that was a great blessing! Two Christians in one day in such a big place! :-D
There was one big "discouragement of the day" though: While Grama was waiting to be discharged from the hospital, Daddy and I decided to walk around and "explore" the hospital to pass time. At one point along the way we decided to look at the chapel. It was a narrow, dark room, and in the back were several books all in a row: there was a Hebrew Torah, a Book of Mormon, a tract about a mystical Jesus, a Koran (!!) and some other strange "holy book". On the other side of the room there was a Catholic Bible. I was so saddened that there was no copy of the true Scriptures in the whole room except for a hand-written message on a piece of paper stating that Jesus was the only mediator. (I know, the Torah/Old Testament is definitely part of the Scriptures-- don't take me wrong!-- but it is incomplete in itself; it is only an introduction to the culmination of God's promises in Jesus Christ. Without the message of the New Testament, one's understanding of the Gospel cannot be complete. Without Jesus Christ, there is no salvation.) Anyway, going into that chapel made me sad because where there is no Scripture, there is no true, lasting comfort and no salvation. :-( It made me realize how important it is to share the Gospel with everyone around me, like the lady on the phone at the hospital.
The trip there was, truly, not as bad as I had been expecting, and actually turned out to be a good experience for me. Thanks again to all of you who prayed for me. You are all so sweet! :-)