She could barely keep two feet on the ground as her mom paid the bill and made the next appointment. She giggled with a grin so wide I could see practically all her teeth, and bounced up and down on her toes, looking all around excitedly. This girl exuded joy! Why? She had just gotten her new hearing aids and could hear everything more clearly than ever before. She had been nervous and hesitant, not knowing what it would be like, but I could tell she was glad she decided to give them a go. Watching her was so much fun. I felt buoyed up by her happiness. I joined in the fun, rustling my papers and clicking the keyboard, “Can you hear this?” “Yes!” she exclaimed with bright, happy eyes. It was easy to laugh and smile with her and her mom.
I remember getting my first pair of glasses as a 2nd grader and being able to see details, tree branches outside, and that there were actually things and people in the distance instead of a bunch of blurs. I remember Christmas mornings with my brother and sister, family vacations, my first real kiss, falling in love with John, having our baby girls, and so many more of those moments that made me want to bounce on my toes and not stop grinning.
Then there was the patient who came out after getting not so encouraging test results. Continue reading

In an email conversation with my dad this morning, he reminded me of a time that was tough in my mom’s life (physically at least). She had all three of us by C-section and shortly after my little brother was born she had to have her gall bladder removed! This was back when they didn’t do the tiny little belly button incisions. She was hurting. My grandmother, her mother-in-law, told her during that time, “When you’re hurting, somebody needs you.” This took my mom aback. Someone needs me? I’m hurting here! I’m the one who just had two surgeries almost back to back. Nonetheless, during my mom’s hospital stay she encountered another patient, a lady who was hurting in her heart, not just her body. God used Mom to encourage and bless that lady. It may not have happened if Mom’s heart hadn’t been opened to the possibility by grandma’s wise words.