“And whatever you ask in prayer, you will receive, if you have faith.” ~ Matthew 21:22
Some of you regular readers may know that I have a roommate who has a disability (he has SMA). Because of this, he has aides who come to the house every morning to help him eat breakfast, get dressed, and get to work. Aides also pick him up from work every day, give him dinner, and help him get into bed. Right now, we have two people who come – one is here every single morning and 5 nights of the week. The other is only here Monday and Tuesday nights.
Well. Something happened to our main aide yesterday. You know that phrase “I feel like I got hit by a bus”? In this case it’s perfectly fitting. Literally. Because yesterday, I’m sorry to say, our aide actually got hit by a New York City bus.
A bus! As in huge, heavy, multi-section bus! He took a direct hit to his right chest/shoulder/torso. And no, he wasn’t jaywalking. In case you were wondering.
Anyway, he was unable to move at the scene, so he was brought to the hospital via ambulance. My roommate and I got a frantic call from his wife, and went straight to the ER to see what was going on. He was in the trauma unit, waiting for a team. He was conscious and able to speak a little bit. But he was unable to move his right arm. And on that note, he wasn’t able to move his legs either. And on that note, he couldn’t feel them either.
After seeing him laid out on the gurney, and being kicked out for overstaying our 10-minute visit allowance, my roommate and I went back to the waiting and shared an emotional moment. And then we began to pray.
We prayed for a healing. We prayed for peace for him and his wife. We prayed for his body to be strengthened so that he could recover fully. We prayed for so much more.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of tests, waiting for results, and trying to phone loved ones back in his native Guyana.
However, the day ended with this aide, the one who couldn’t feel or move his legs, getting discharged that same night with no broken bones and walking into my van.
Yes he is now in pain. Yes he is in agony. Yes he needed our arms and support to walk. Yes he’s having a hard time moving around at all. But move he did.
He still has some tingling in his legs, but I firmly believe our prayers averted a major disaster. I even checked into what could cause a few hours of paralysis – shock or swelling, perhaps? From all sources, there really isn’t anything. Not that would come and go this quickly. This was God. He heard our prayers (he always does!) and He delivered beyond anything we ever could have imagined. It’s not every day that somebody can get hit by a bus and still count themselves lucky.
So today I stand in awe of my heavenly Father and exalt His holy name. I praise Him that He is there, and able, and loving enough to give us these miracles. What an awesome, awesome God we serve!
I also caution readers everywhere to watch out for errant buses.