“For God did not give us a spirit of timidity,
but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline.”
(2 Timothy 1:7 NIV)
I asked my daughter to complete a “Grandparent Medical Consent” form. We planned to take our granddaughter camping with us and I wanted to be prepared for any potential emergency. I never dreamed I would be the one rushed to the hospital.
Dahlia was a real trooper riding to and from hospitals with her Pop-Pop over the next two days. She was a big factor to keep me calm and about my wits during the entire appendectomy ordeal. I’m so thankful her collection of books entertained her when her Nana could not. Pop-Pop played several games of Dominoes with her in my stead.
When I checked into the emergency room of St. Mary’s Good Samaritan Hospital, the nurse asked me what my level of pain was, from 1 to 10. I told her, “It’s about a 7.” But within a few hours, the pain escalated to a strong 10. I pushed the nurse’s call button to let them know it was unbearable while Jeff and Dahlia sat nearby to observe my prayers and grimaces.
One of the comments the surgeon made at my two-week follow-up gave me pause. “I don’t understand why you were not in more pain,” he remarked. “Your appendix had ruptured long before you reached Piedmont Augusta Hospital.” I tucked the comment into my heart, knowing that only by the power of the Holy Spirit and His surrounding love was I at peace throughout the process. I felt the Spirit’s power in mighty waves during that twenty-four hour period. He never left my side.
I will exercise the Spirit’s power of love and self-discipline in every trial I face. I hope you will, too!