“Angel of Mercy”
Here I go again! It was another night of waking up to the sound of a loud scream! Who would
be screaming in the wee hours of the morning? What woman needed my help?
Startled, I sat straight up in bed, groping for the bedside lamp on the night stand. I realized all
too quickly that my hand was trembling as I found the light switch and flipped it on. I looked
down at the form of my own body under the covers, shaking violently in apparent fear. Then I
felt the tears streaming down my cheeks.
Looking around the room, I realized once more that I was not in my own apartment, but in the
bedroom of a dear friend. That friend quickly entered the room, having been awakened also by
the scream. She quickly sat down on the edge of the bed to comfort me, for we both realized
that the terrifying scream in the night came from me.
Having nightmares of an abusive past as I was going through the healing process became a
frequent occurrence during that year of my life. Living alone and coping with the horrific scenes
in my dream state became overwhelming emotionally. My friend, whom I will call God’s “angel
of mercy,” saw the need in my life and met it without hesitation. For an entire year, I would go to
work, home for a shower and dinner, and then drive to my haven of rest for the evening.
This was quite a sacrifice for my friend, as she was busy moment by moment of each day with
a severely handicapped, and for the most part, bedridden husband. I knew she needed her rest
and sleep during the night to prepare for the next busy day meeting her husband’s needs. Yet
she, without thought for her own physical well-being, saw the need that I had at that time in my
life and opened her home and her heart to me.
Never once during that year did I wake up without her coming to my bedside to comfort me, to
allow me to talk, to dry my tears, and to pray with me. She would sit with me, never looking at
the clock, until sleep would come again. Her unselfish love was a gift from my Heavenly
Father during one of the most trying years of my entire life.
There was no gain to be had by this friend, because she would take no offer of money from
me for my year’s stay. She said she was doing it out of her love for me, and out of obedience to
the God we both adored and served.
She explained, time and time again, that her reward was in knowing she had a part in my
healing process, and watching me come out of the emotional pain I was bound in was all that
she asked for in return for her obedience to the Lord.
As for me, I consider her beautiful gift to me the ultimate of sacrifices, giving up her nightly
rest to help one who was not able to rest.
My experience that year showed me God’s love in action. It was a supreme gift with
everlasting results. I am a new person, healed from the past, and this friend was part of my
healing road to freedom. Without her comfort and prayers, which allowed me to sleep peacefully
for the remaining hours of the night, I might have been too tired to walk the rest of the path that
would lead me out of the darkness of an abusive past into the glorious light of Jesus Christ.
I count my blessings every day, and when I do, I count this friend’s gift to me as one of God’s
best blessings. A blessing that changes a life and allows a person to discover who God created
them to be is the richest blessing of all!
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