He Careth

My grandson, Greg was about eighteen months old when he got sick. For two weeks he wouldn't eat anything, he couldn't sleep, he didn't want to be held or even picked up. The doctors couldn't find any cause for this and told Darlene that they were going to test for leukemia. We were to take Greg to a Children's Clinic the following Monday for further tests. 

On Monday morning when we arrived at the Children's Clinic I carried Greg and sat down while Darlene went to sign in. As she stood in line I sat  watching Greg lying in my arms  with fear in my heart, as I recalled the memories of the past.  His condition brought back the picture of holding another Greg, and another time. Greg was the namesake of my son who had died from spinal meningitis many years before. Then something caught my attention at the door.

There was nothing extraordinary about the woman who walked into the clinic. She had no rare beauty, there was no glow about her, nor was there anything ethereal about her. But when she stepped inside the doors, she caught my gaze as she paused and glanced around the large room. She looked from one person to the next as if searching for someone in particular. Then when her eyes met mine the woman walked directly toward me and sat in the empty chair at my side. 

As the woman sat next to me she reached into her purse. I didn't know what to expect as she pulled her hand out, but she was holding a notebook calendar.  She flipped it open, placed her index finger on one page and held it toward me. When I read the print that she indicated a warm glow came over me. It said, "Casting all your care upon Him. For He careth for you. I Peter 5:7"

In the time it took for the woman to do this she never said a word. But as she  put the booklet back into her purse, she lay her right hand on mine and said, "Jesus is healing the baby right now." and immediately got up and left. I watched her walk away, expecting her to  join another family in the clinic. But instead she walked out the door. 

Tears flowed freely down my face as I watched how Greg was suffering. But after the reminder of God's care Darlene's and my faith was stronger. The doctors saw Greg, did some tests and they told Darlene that he had a lymph node infection. They gave her prescriptions but told her she would not see any improvement for several days, and that it would be a couple weeks before he was well. 

The drive from the clinic to home was approximately twenty miles. Greg fell asleep on the drive, and slept all night then he sat up the next morning asking for food. His healing wasn't a gradual thing like the doctors thought it would be. It was an instant healing. 

The woman who came through the doors of the Children's Clinic that day may or may not have been an angel. But I do know that she inspired our faith to touch God for healing for Greg.