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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Evangelism (11/01/07)

TITLE: Waiting for the Lord
By Emily Gibson
11/08/07


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At seventeen years old, I thought I had things figured out. I had graduated at the top of my class, was heading off to a “big name” college, and felt confident about who I was becoming. I had attended church all my life but my commitment to my faith was waning rather than strengthening.

In anticipation of college tuition bills, I took a summer job at a local nursing home for $1.25 an hour as an aide. My training was two days following a more experienced aide on her rounds of feeding, pottying, dressing and undressing, and bathing her elderly patients. Then I was assigned patients of my own and during a typical shift I carried a load of 13 patients. It didn’t take long for me to learn the rhythm of caretaking, and I enjoyed the work and my patients.

One woman in particular remains vivid in my memory 35 years later. Betty was in her 80’s, bedridden with a painful bone disease that had crippled her for a decade or more. She was unable to do any of her own self care but her mind remained sharp and her eyes bright. Her hearty greeting cheered me when I’d come in her room several times a shift to turn her in her bed to prevent pressure sores on her hips and shoulders. The simple act of turning her in her bed was an ordeal beyond imagining. I would prepare her for the turn by cushioning her little body with pads and pillows, but no matter how careful I was, her bones would crackle and crunch like Rice Crispies cereal with every movement. Tears would flow from her eyes and she’d always call out “Oh Oh Oh Oh” during the process but then once settled in her new position, she’d look up at me and say “thank you, dear, for making that so much easier for me.” I would nearly weep in gratitude at her graciousness.

Before I’d leave the room, Betty would grab my hand and ask when I would be returning. Then she’d say “My soul waits for the Lord and He will come in the morning” and she would murmur a prayer to herself.

As difficult as each “turning” was for both of us, I looked forward to it. I knew she prayed not only for herself, but I knew she prayed for me as well. I felt her blessing each time I walked into her room knowing she was waiting for me.

One evening I came to work and was told Betty was running a high fever, and struggling to breathe. She was being given oxygen and was having difficulty taking fluids. The nurse I worked under thought she was likely to pass away on my shift and asked that I check her more frequently than my usual routine.

As I approached her bed, Betty reached out and held my hand. She was still alert but very weak. She looked me in the eye and said “Do you know our Lord? He is coming for me today.” I could think of nothing more to say than “I know He is coming. You have waited for Him a long time.” I returned to her room as often as I could and found her becoming less responsive, yet still breathing, sometimes short shallow breaths and sometimes long and deep. Near the end of my shift, as morning was dawning, when I entered the room, I knew He had come.

She lay silent and relaxed for the first time since I had met her. Her little body, so tight with pain only hours before, seemed at ease. It was my job to prepare her for the mortuary workers who would come for her shortly. Her body still warm to touch, I washed and dried her skin and brushed her hair and wrapped her in a fresh sheet, wondering at how I could now turn her with no pain and no tears. I could see a trace of a smile at the corners of her mouth. I knew then the Lord had lifted her soul from her imprisonment.

My soul waits for the Lord, thanks to Betty. She showed me what it means to watch for the morning when He will come. Immobile in bed, crippled and wracked with pain, she had brought the Lord to me. And I will not forget.


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LauraLee Shaw11/10/07
This is a heart-warming and equally heart-wrenching story. You told AND showed it extremely well.

I pray that I have the joy and the faith of Betty, now--and then.
c clemons11/12/07
Excellent! I'm glad you had a Betty at such a young age. So many don't and their whole lives are wasted, or they find Him so late in life it is now a question of what if? Anyway wonderfully told and a perfect example of evanglelism.
terri tiffany11/14/07
You write a wonderful story! Packed with emotions and making the reader right there with you. Good job! Only suggestion I have is to watch the 'hads' and 'was' words with tense.
Good ending too. I bet you have many more stories to share from your experience there.
Phyllis Inniss 11/15/07
This is a wonderful story of love and commitment. This emotional experience led you back to the Lord. You did it with such love and caring that it is not surprising that the Lord used it to bring you to Him again where you can find fulfillment in your other duties.
Patricia Todd11/15/07
Very well written and quite moving.