A pediatrician stepped in to fill a need at a busy hospital while most of the other doctors were away for a few weeks. In this second part of a series, she shares her experiences as the Lord gently guided her in this new, albeit temporary, role.
As you can imagine, anything can happen as I serve as the only doctor at the hospital for the next 14 days. People arrive every day from remote valleys and drive through the hospital gates, full of expectation that they will be saved.
I have been here just a few weeks, and I’m doing surgeries that I swore I would never touch. The ladies' ward of the hospital is packed with women, and some are very serious cases. I must admit that coming home with my socks soaked in blood is a bit weird for my husband, but he is a great encouragement and support to me. We are resting in Psalm 105:4, “Look to the Lord and his strength; seek his face always.”
Perhaps the most exciting part for us both is that we have rarely had the opportunity to talk on such a deep level with families and be with them through such tough times. My husband has been given an office just outside the wards, and he has become the communicator between the medical goings on and the men who are hovering around in some anxiety.
This is new ground for him, too, as he talks of life and death, not in the abstract, but with folks looking down the barrel. Not being medical makes it hard for him to see almost lifeless, limp bodies being carried into the wards for help. But he has found that his own experiences as a patient in the last few years have given him a sympathy and compassion for those who suffer. With that connection, he is also able to talk of the heavenly in a way he has never felt such power to do. We hope that the patients here will open their hearts and minds to the Father.
-Written by a worker in South Asia
-Photo provided by worker