Sometimes comfort from God happens when He uses everyday instruments–even a simple telephone–to cause a miracle.
I lay crumpled on the floor, weeping, my hand resting on the phone. How desperately I needed to hear comforting words from a dear friend. Yet I had no idea that I would soon receive comfort from God in an unusual way.
My husband, Gordy, had been hospitalized for several weeks in a Norwegian hospital, severely burned by chemicals in a work-related accident. He had to lie on his badly burned back, despite agonizing pain, to keep the top of his severely damaged foot upright. He was healing from traumatic skin grafting surgery, but might need a second operation. It now was Friday afternoon and despite his pain, we were told his medication could not be increased because his doctor had left for the weekend. Finally we both broke down in tears: he in extreme pain, I in distress at not knowing how to help him.
When I returned home, I fell apart sobbing. I cried out, “God, please help us!”
Suddenly I felt a desperate need to hear the voice of one of my dearest friends, Cyndi, who lived in Washington State, USA. I reached for the phone, then remembered the nine-hour time difference. It was 6:30 AM, her time: Cyndi would still be asleep, and I didn’t want to wake her. Unsure of what to do, I resumed weeping with my hand still resting on the phone.
Suddenly, the phone rang beneath my fingers. In a daze, I answered it weakly. “Hello?”
I heard, “Laur? Is that you?”
I sobbed and barely whispered, “Yes.” No other words came at first, as I realized with amazement that it was Cyndi.
She sounded alarmed. “Laur? What’s happening?! How is Gordy? The Lord woke me up and told me to call you.”
Consider the odds. God reached across the ocean and multiple time zones, to supernaturally awaken a dear friend at the exact moment I prayed for help. She felt led to dial an international call the very second my hand lay on the phone in Norway. (Do you know there are 86,400 seconds in a day?) Try to recreate that scenario, on purpose!
My plea, “God help us!” was all I could think to pray. We can’t always find precise words, nor know solutions, when we pray. Yet God knew I needed comfort and that Gordy needed practical help. He knew Cyndi would wake and respond quickly to His prompting: that she would reach for the phone out of obedience and caring instead of rolling over and going back to sleep.
Amazingly, only a few hours after speaking with Cyndi, I received an email from a friend of hers. It was a nurse at one of the finest burn treatment centers in the United States. She suggested a specific burn cream, which the Norwegian nurses agreed to try. They also found a doctor to increase Gordy’s pain medicine. By early evening Gordy’s pain was decreased drastically. Not only did I receive comfort from God through a long distance call from a dear friend: my husband also received practical help and healing within hours of my desperate prayer–even when I did not know what words to pray.
Lord, may I walk so closely with you that, like Cyndi, when you prompt me to reach out to others in need, I do not hesitate. Thanks for being a God in real life, one who meets needs in practical ways but with extraordinary and miraculous timing.
The LORD is righteous in all his ways
and faithful in all he does.
The LORD is near to all who call on him,
to all who call on him in truth.
(To hear Psalm 145 read aloud, click HERE, then click on the picture of the microphone.)
© Laurie Winslow Sargent. Laurie edits Finding God Daily, and is an author/contributor and magazine article writer. She blogs for parents at ParentingByFaith.com and for writers at SellYourNonfiction.com. Join her on Twitter as @LaurieSargent.
As we ponder how God cares for us during difficult times, I hope you enjoy this poem, Footprints in the Sand, written by Mary Stevenson and set to music by TheHeartPrints. You can also read the history of Footprints in the Sand, by clicking HERE. Although the poem was copyrighted in 1984, it was written in 1936, when Mary was 14 years old.