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TITLE: GOD NEVER GETS IN A HURRY WITH ME | Previous Challenge Entry
By Patricia Williams
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The receptionist came to the back where I was finishing some reports. “Doctor, I’m sorry to interrupt you but there is a very frail, elderly lady wearing a long dress and straw hat that is insisting she see you. She’s carrying a bunch of beautiful flowers from her garden and a clothes bag with the rest of her belongings. I put her in your office,” she finished somewhat out of breathe.
Getting up I declared, “It couldn’t be?” My mind went back at least sixteen years earlier to one of my favorite times in life. I could still smell the late spring morning, as I walked back to the garden gate. The flowers had been aromatic and beautiful in bloom. I loved being a Home Care Nurse and delighted in Elsa and her outside garden. I could always smell the baking of fresh made bead as I came around the corner of the house to where 82 year old Elsa would be hanging up her clothes. She always had bundles of herbs and flowers hanging to dry.
The smell of the flowers caused to me open the door slowly, my heart racing, I opened my arms and heart as we hugged each other and the tears raced down our cheeks. She was 98 now but still had that wonderful smile on her face. “Darling, what brought you here?”I asked as I held her in my arms. This slim, stately lady had been diagnosed with Lymphoma disease and only given a few months to live some 15 years ago. Every time I would leave her home we would pray together, she would hug me and shrug her shoulders and lean over and whisper in my ear, “You know, I don’t think God’s through with me yet. He never gets in a big hurry with me.” she’d declare at the end of our weekly time together.
The years had passed so quickly. My children were grown now and on their own. I was now a doctor and had moved to a small community in Arkansas. She had managed to find me at our little hospital that is nestled in the Ozark Mountains The White and Buffalo River’s provided the wonderful fishing and the scenery that was beyond imagination..
I sat down in the chair across from her and took her hands in mine, “Ms. Elsa, what can I do for you?” I asked gently.
“Patty, it’s my time to go home. I need you to let me stay the night in your hospital and I need you to be with me tonight,” she whispered back tenderly. Our thirty bed hospital was always full. The five doctors on staff were always busy. Looking into her eyes I knew she was serious about her request.
Finally the arrangements were made and Ms. Elsa was taken to her room. I checked on her through out the afternoon while arranging my schedule so I could spend the night with her. At last I was able to close her door and we spent several hours reminiscing over the many happy experiences we had shared. We had always shared a slice of her homemade bread and drank a hot cup of her herbal tea with honey. She had always spread joy and was happy to share her bounty. She had continually beat the traumas of lymphoma. Towards daylight I dosed off while sitting by her bedside caressing her hand gently in mine. As the sun peaked through the curtain I awoke to find Ms. Elsa had gone home to heaven, just as she had assured me it was time for her to do. Gently I stood and reached over and placed a kiss on her cheek. I felt humbled that God had honored me by allowing me to share her final home coming.
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Good job though!