Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Where is God?

By now, I'm sure you realize that on this date, I was not able to write and post entries for Life with Lynnie (LwL).  I was in hospital. 

Now that I'm home, I'm writing not only my daily entry like I previously did, but I'm also writing an entry from the time when I was hospitalized, so you will know happenings of my life, at that time.

This entry, is one of those.

When I left off previously, I told you about my upsetting night, having to share my room with a strange man, who wasn't even a patient at the hospital.  In addition, I wrote about how sick his mom truly was and how I was upset that I, a person with a compromised immune system, had been forced to share a room with this elderly woman, who I suspected was highly contagious. 

No, I don't know what it was she had, to be sure.  But, I do know that if I get sick, involving a cough, I'll be darkening the hospital's doorway, to be sure.

Early in the morning, the nurse who had handed me the MRSA pamphlet, when she told me I tested positive for that staph infection, visited me, once again.  This time, she let me know I was definitely being moved that day, to a private room.

Sure, I thought.  Just like they told me the day before.

She let me know that the hospital's general manager would be coming to visit me.  Apparently, even though this was Sunday, and Mother's Day, he was scheduled to attend a meeting at the hospital, concerning the C difficile problem and the problem of the hospital running at about 105% capacity.

The fellow did come see me.  At first, I thought he might give me a hard time, for being upset the way I had been.  But, I was wrong.

Instead, this man apologized to me.  He let me know he had been told all that had transpired.  And, he let me know that he wished the privacy act would allow him to tell me what the woman had, but he couldn't.  However, he did confirm to me that she was indeed, contagious.

Along with his apology, he let me know that at the end of his scheduled meeting, he and others would be determining, who should be moved and where they should be moved to.  He insisted I would be moved to a private room, as was part of the hospital's protocol, concerning MRSA.

Did this make me feel better?  Not really.  The damage had already been done.    At least, in my opinion. 

Think about it.  My compromised immune system had made me a high risk to contract MRSA in the hospital.  And, I had somehow gotten it.

Then, during the previous night, I had been placed at risk once again, next to a patient that was highly contagious.

Inside, I still felt ill at ease.  Even so, I took a deep breath, and slowly breathed out, once again. 

There was no point in being upset, again.  Even if I felt angry.  No one would listen.  And, the truth was, no one truly cared. 

Besides, God is in control. 

Bible verses flashed through my mind, as I made an effort to calm down.  Truly, I cannot recall every verse that came to mind, but upon reflecting as I wrote this entry, Psalm 115:1-3 came to mind, "Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us, but unto thy name give glory, for thy mercy, and for thy truth's sake.  Wherefore should the heathen say, Where is now their God?  But our God is in the heavens: he hath done whatsoever he hath pleased."

Being a Bible-believing, born-again Christian, I realized that my God would do things and allow circumstances to happen in my life, that would not honour me, but rather, honour Him.  He will do as He pleases, and allow in my life, what He will allow.  Even if the unsaved look at our situations at hand, and question where our God, actually is.

I praise God that I know Him.  And, that I understand where He is.  And, how He works.

Until next time...

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