reflecting with gratitude on my recent successful cardiac ablation and
something that keeps coming to my mind.
medical staff, training, technology, professionalism is pretty incredible. I am suited up in those lovely green socks
and hospital gown. My young, tall, pretty,
friendly nurse, Julia, gets me ready with IV, EKG, asking me questions, and
providing general information with an assurance that she will be “right next to me the entire time.” I am wheeled into an enormous OR suite with
more machinery than I have never seen before.
There are techs in the room buzzing around and Julia and another nurse
start working at breakneck speed hooking me up to monitors, putting on leads,
etc. Julia says sedatives will begin soon
and then …. Black.
cardiologist has been at this for what I’m told was an hour and we have reached
the definitive moment; he has located the defective area in my heart and is ready
to cauterize it. I’ve been put into SVT
(rapid heart rate) for this part of the procedure. Sedatives are easing off, the SVT is a
miserable feeling, and I’m regaining consciousness ever so slightly. I make a little moaning noise. And here is what I recall more than anything
… I feel a soft, cool, comforting hand placed on my forehead. It is so amazingly calming and reassuring and
I drift back to sleep.
I marvel at the ingenuity and advancement of
technology, the staff’s commitment to years of medical training and experience,
who efficiently do this as part of a routine work day. It’s really something and there's a lot happening in this OR. But Julia’s hand on my forehead ... That’s what I remember.
bible lesson in my cardiac adventure is this.
Hands! We know that God is in control and His hand guides everything. But what can we offer those who suffer and face challenges? Can we make a difference while God does his
work? Of course. We have hands that can call, text, e-mail an
encouraging messaging, hands to cook a meal, pat a shoulder, pick up a pen to write
a card. Sunday guests are blessed with hands
that play a keyboard, hold a choir folder, hand out a bulletin with a smile. And certainly not least, we have hands that
fold in prayer. Perhaps, like Julia, our
smallest gestures of kindness make the biggest impact.
you find to do with your hands, do it with all your might … (Ecclesiastes 9:10)
you do, work at it with all your heart … (Colossians 3:23)
April 1, 2019