I want to tell you a story. It is another story of the ER, but this one is special. I truly believe God sent an angel to look after me Thursday night when I was in the ER.
Thursday night, my head was just... I mean, I was in agony. Normally the waiting room isn't too full, but when we got there, it was packed (We ended up waiting an hour and a half before getting back to a room). I was crying, writhing in pain and I could do nothing about it. So a homeless man walks in, carrying a sleeping bag, a bag, and a few other small things. He sits down in the chairs diagonally across from us and sets his stuff down. He sees me crying, stands up, walks over to us and looks at me and says, "What's wrong with you?" (sort of in a "Wow what's wrong with you you look horrible" kind of way). When I'm in this state, I can't really talk or answer questions so my dad answers it for me, and tells him about my severe nerve pain. He just says he's sorry and then he asks a question that I really wasn't expecting. "Do you believe in God?" I looked up at him, still crying, and just said, "Yes, of course I do, very much so." And he says, "Well good, because you know, He can do anything, and, well, even though I have nothing *he points over to his things* I mean that's all I have! But I still believe in Him, because He's strong, and He makes me strong. Can I pray for you?" I nodded and said, "Of course, I'll take as many prayers as possible. Prayer is amazing." So he puts his hand on my shoulder, and says, "Do you mind if I say the Spanish prayer over you?" I said yes and he started praying. I could only catch a few words such as "Father", and "girl", and "heal". He talked very fast and got louder and louder as he went on, and I could tell the whole waiting room was starting to stare. I didn't care though, I could feel God's presence in there with me. When he was done, I just said thank you over and over, and he went and sat down with his things. I continued to cry, and I could hear him praying to himself. After a few minutes, he got back up and came over to us. He took something out of his pocket and said, "I've had this card for many, many years. I've prayed with this card in the darkest of times in my life and God has answered my prayers. He has kept me strong, even though I have nothing. But I want you to have it, because you need it more than I do. Please keep it and pray with it. It's very special to me but I feel like God sent me here to be with you and pray for you. Please keep it." He handed me the card, telling me he would continue to pray for me, and then he just left. He didn't even need help. He wasn't there for any sort of medical treatment, he didn't use the phone, the restroom, the vending machine, nothing.
Many times we look at these people and immediately make a judgmental thought, whether we realize it or not. I know I did when I first saw this man. Today as I was talking with my parents, we brought up the verse Hebrews 13:2, "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it." I truly believe that God sent this man that night.
This is the card that he gave me. And I will keep it forever, as a reminder that God sends angels in rough times in our lives. At times when we feel like we have hit rock bottom.
Thank you God, for sending me an angel.
Peace and love,
Jenae
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