Heaven’s hands

Heaven’s hands

You are called to be Heaven’s
hands… and Heaven’s voice.

This is happiness…
___________________________
I had just plopped
down on the couch in the living room, Spiritual Leadership in
one hand, and my iPad in the other, waiting for family time.
Then the dispatcher down at the
county seat hit a button on her console… The button that gets us moving
faster than any other button in the world. 
And the pager came alive. 
“An ambulance is requested at ___
for a __ year old female with difficulty breathing…”
Joshua, Natasha and I were out the
door by the time she finished repeating the tone. 
And driving down the road towards
town, I prayed the same prayer that is in our hearts every time we jump into
our uniforms and grab our radios. 
“…and let us be Your hands to our
patient this evening. In Jesus’ name…” 
She really was in trouble. Enough
trouble that when we got her in the rig, she got three lines of oxygen instead
of one. But God knew she needed more than just our medications and a ride to
the nearest hospital.
She needed a song. 
It was the farthest thing from our
minds…  
But no matter. He has His ways…
And before we were halfway to the hospital, the three of us found ourselves
singing O Lord, You’re Beautiful… 
And she was leaning back on the cot
still wheezing heavily, but with her eyes closed and a smile on her face. 
When we finished, the panic was
gone. She said she could die in peace… because her angels
had sung for her.
I just looked at her. 
I promise you, we’re not angels.
For one thing, angels sing in tune. We could barely hear each other from the
three corners of the back of the ambulance with all the road noise…
But I learned that sometimes all He
needs is for us to be willing to lift the lid on protocol for just one second
and move our lips so that He can sing…
By the time our charting was done
and we left the ER, every staff member there had heard the tale of her
angels.
All I could do was shake my head.
And wonder at what we might have
missed… 
We are called to be Heaven’s
hands… and Heaven’s voice.
This is happiness. And an honor
entirely undeserved.
An hour later I pulled back through the dark streets of our quiet
little town, and up to the white metal building we affectionately call “the
barn.” 
Thank You, Jesus. Thank You for riding this ambulance today.
Séan Nebblett, 2011, EMT (“Rettungsassistent”)

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