Faithful

Lights dimmed. I could hear the sounds of trauma victims entering the Neuro ICU. Gargeling and sounds of hoses shoved down unwilling throats filled the air. My head stood completely still, rigid from fear. I asked my mom a favor. But she told me, "I don't understand what you are asking."  The anger arose within me. Am I that bad off? Can I not speak clearly? Tears filled my eyes. Whether it was straight after, I do not know, but a scripture was brought to mind. He who began a good work in you will be faithful to complete it.  Surely, my God who delivered me through this surgery will allow me to speak clearly!

Moments later, a nurse walked in. She was spry and dragged boundless joy in the room. Opening my eyelids, she lifted her flashlight and swept it over each eye. I felt the urge to ask her a question, a question that I would have never asked a stranger before: "Do you believe in God? I do. I believe that He who began a good work in me will be faithful to complete it."  These words shocked my nurse. But I do not believe that more than a few moments passed without her speaking, "Yes, I do!" she announced. She then began telling me the story of how her heart use to believe a lie, and how God recently set her free. Her joy was overflowing, and that joy washed over me, rinsing out all fear.