Yesterday I went to the doctor. You know... just a routine appointment. I was scheduled with a doctor whom I had never seen before. Two weeks ago, the appointment scheduler told me that this doctor was a "specialist" in the field that I was looking for. A couple of different times while on the phone, the woman on the other end of the line assured me that I was being scheduled with the right person.
Okay. Sounds good. Fast forward two weeks to July 29, 2013 (yesterday).
I checked in early to my doctor appointment because I'm always early everywhere I go. It's kind of ridiculous how much I hate being late. Anyways, I sat in the waiting area for about 15 minutes. Then, I was called back into the room and sat another 30 minutes. I was starting to get annoyed.
Finally the doctor came in and greeted me with a smile and a handshake. He asked, "What brings you in today? How can I help you?" So I gave him my schpill. Not that you need to know the deets. But I told him what I was interested in, and asked his opinion on the matter.
After we talked more about that, we sort of side tracked. He began testing the waters. He said, "If you don't mind..." (he paused) "...I read a scripture this morning that I would like to share with you. God is tugging on my heart to share this with you."
So he shared the scripture with me and we talked a minute about it. Then I chimed in with my feelings about the situation in regard to God and being a Christian. It's funny; during the appointment, before he mentioned the scripture, I felt like I wanted to tell him something about God. But I didn't. I am not sure why. Once he opened up to me, I felt like I could.
Long story short: We ended up talking to each other for at least 45 minutes - well over my appointment time. He mentioned to me, "I think I know why you were scheduled to meet with myself. I also understand why God showed me that verse this morning." Those were some powerful words.
Then, as if God's presence wasn't already easily noticeable, the doctor asked if he could pray for myself. I agreed, and he grabbed my hands. And we prayed. Yes, a medical doctor at a normal hospital. And we prayed. Just like that.
After thanking him a bajillion times, I left and headed out to my car. In the parking lot, all alone, I got teary-eyed and started talking out loud. I said, "God, I just want to thank you for letting me know that you've been hearing my prayers." It was in that moment that I realized he could truly hear me.
It was such an amazing experience. I can't even put into words how blessed I feel. God does some amazing things.