Several years ago I was being prepared for a surgery to remove staghorn stones in both kidneys and bladder.
Unfortunately, they apparently I began to bleed profusely. They stopped the bleeding temporarily. Overnight I kept bleeding and the next morning my blood pressure was so low I needed a blood transfusion.
The next evening the chaplain came into see me. I asked him how he was doing. He told me that he was having a bad day. Here I was, just having a blood transfusion, I have sores on my body, and he’s telling me he feels bad.
Maybe it was the voice of God, but I felt compelled to pray for him. Despite the fact that I looked worse than him lying on a hospital bed.
God showed me this night that even though I may have looked worse, I had gone through surgeries all of my life, while perhaps this chaplain may have been experiencing something he had never been through. Who was I to judge whether my day was worse? Common sense was not making sense that night.
Was this the Romans 8:28 Scripture coming to fruition? Well, it sure did me good and I believe God was glorified.
As a person with a disability whose life has been filled with trials, I’m grateful that I continue to learn how to see things from a heavenly perspective.