THEY JUST TEND TO BELIEVE HER
I had spent twenty-five years in the secretarial end of medicine. I found myself in a small rural community in Arkansas. There was a clinic with five doctors and a seventy-five bed hospital.
It was a chaotic night in the Emergency Room when I first met Dr. Patricia Williams. Since we were both Christians a friendship formed immediately. It was very obvious Doc was unique right from the start. She exhibited a patience and kindness with her patients that often frustrated the other physicians. She made rounds late and could often be found doing patient care that the nursing staff hadn’t been able to get to yet.
The writer in me soon became aware this lady carried a whole series of books within her that was inspired by true life experiences. Break time became the favorite part of my evening.
Her childhood had been traumatized by fighting, arguing and threatened divorce because of her father’s struggle with alcohol. This sadness caused her at six year old to run into the arms of Jesus. She trusted Him to help her make things better for those she loved. Even as a child she reached out to wipe away the tears that life often brings.
At fifteen she fell in love with a minister of music and farmer. She was sure she had all of the ingredients for a fairytale marriage. Looking into her eyes as we shared coffee I could see there was hurt hidden deep within her heart.
I shook my head in amazement as I learned this petite lady was the mother of seven. She had mothered four children before she was twenty-one and finished her Practical Nurses degree which allowed her to become a midwife for her missionary trips. She thrived on presenting the new infant to their anxiously awaiting parents. Children were cherished deep within her heart.
The long hours and overnight stays at the hospital when she admitted a toddler produced a special motherly concern. Each admission brought to memory the loss she suffered as her two year old daughter expired in her arms. This experience had sent this ninth
grade drop-out, mother of seven, at thirty-two years old down a pathway that caused her to seek a medical degree.
I sat in disbelief the night I learned that half way through her schooling her fourteen year old son was ran over by a drunk driver on his bicycle and killed. My soul grieved for the loss she had dealt with once again.
The long hours and work load stressed her physically even though she never complained. The emergency hysterectomy produced another informative puzzle piece. Three days before graduation she had started hemorrhaging and an emergency hysterectomy was performed. She talked her doctor into letting her go to graduation. The college sent her on to Colorado to do her internship. There she threw a pulmonary embolus and was in intensive care when her nineteen year old son died from a lifetime illness. He was buried before she could be told.
Grief, far beyond what most of us have ever been asked to bear. Because of her child-like faith she has been able to trust Him when nothing made sense and grief reached the depth of her soul.
Today you will find her busy in her office involved in helping meet the needs of those that God has entrusted into her care. Often you will see her reach out and wipe away the tears of the young and old. As they look into her kind and loving eyes, and hear her say, “You can make it with God’s help,” they just tend to believe her.
According to this world’s standards she will never be rich. Her reward comes from the fulfillment she gets from sharing the love of God with those that enter her day. God must get great pleasure having her serve as His hands extended to those in need.
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