Friday clinic is always a stressor. You don't really know what time you finish, and with the tropical thunderstorm every evening, traffic is a killer.
Last Friday, not only did I have to rush home to attend a dinner at 7:30, I also had to help Tim with his home work before I go. Just before I left, the nurse strode in and asked if I could see a patient. When I saw the name, my heart sank; she's looking after her husband with dementia alone, and she's facing so many problems at home that she takes half an hour just to vent out her problems. I will be late for everything if I see them!
Murphy's Law, isn't it?
Yet, something nagged at my heart. Okay, I resigned to the fact that I chose the wrong profession. Yes, nurse, we will see him.
Today is a Saturday - one of those rare days that I have the morning to myself to catch up with my work. Just as I was about to start, a friend rang. Dad fell, and is not able to get up. There goes my morning ...
Murphy's Law again.
Yet, surprisingly, on Friday, I had the time to listen to the patient's wife, see the patient, went home through the jam, helped Tim with almost all his home work, and arrived at dinner just in time.
And this morning, I managed to see the friend's dad, came home, and finish all my work.
Amazing, isn't it? God is wonderful and He is trying to tell me here, "Do things in my time, in my way, and I will see you through. Don't see them as interruption, but as ministry opportunity. Don't worry about not able to finish your work. Leave them in my hand."
Yes, we should give in to the small, still, nag from God, and trust Him.
Just that, when the next interruption comes, I will be hesitating again ...
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