I can’t write about the ambulance incident without mentioning my church family. I emailed, Louise a dear friend who was running the Bible study I was involved in. In the email I told her what had happened. She was wonderful and very supportive. Louise then asked if Tommy and I would come to the Wednesday evening prayer time so the Pastor and anyone who comes could pray over us. We found a friend to sit with the kids and Tommy and I went.
When we arrived at the church we sat in a pew and I just cried and cried while praying. I was giving thanks to The Lord. After that whole fiasco I gave thanks. For without Him I am nothing and I have nothing. I was thankful for my husband that he is who he is. I was thankful for all my children and I was thankful for the church. At some time it occurred to me that God may not give us what we want but does give us what we need. I needed an ambulance and emergency workers so I was sent the most compassionate professional police and EMT’S that were working that day. I needed the courage to dial 911 for my out of control son, He gave me that courage.
After we all prayed separately we approached the alter and Pastor Paul gave the most heartfelt, incredibly touching prayer for us. His words were perfect and spot on. It turns out Louise didn’t tell Pastor Paul what happened, she forwarded my email to another Pastor at our church. Pastor Paul had no idea about the aggression and ambulance until prayer was over and Tommy told him. The Holy Spirit worked through him and gave him the words we needed.
To me our church family is nothing short of God’s work. To arrange the people who were virtual strangers before to be involved in our life is something only He can do with such perfection and grace.
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