Angels on Call

Mom Takes a Power Nap
Brandon dozed in his hospital bed.

A bed my five-year-old son hadn’t left in nearly a month. His little body was covered with second- and third-degree burns, the result of a terrible gas fire.

I stroked his foot. That was the only place I could touch him and it helped him sleep. He needed his rest to heal.

Please, Lord, give me the strength to tend to my son. Give me the energy to comfort him.

I was afraid that if I fell asleep his soft voice wouldn’t wake me when he needed me. Still, my eyelids grew heavy. Please, Lord, give me strength. It was no use. I nodded off.

A gentle tap on my shoulder woke me. I opened my eyes expecting to see one of the night nurses but we were alone.

“Mom,” Brandon said, “please rub my feet.”

With renewed energy, I rubbed his feet until he fell asleep again with a smile on his face. I knew who had tapped me on the shoulder. 

—Tiffany Reynolds, Wolcott, New York

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Debt Paid in Full
I hung up the phone, more discouraged than ever.

I’ll never find an insurance company to cover me, I thought, dialing the next one on my list.

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According to my doctor my heart was barely functional. I needed surgery right away. But I had limited insurance coverage, no job, little strength. This one turned me down too. Same reason as always: my pre-existing condition. No way could I afford surgery. It seemed hopeless, but I’d prayed so hard, I knew the Lord must have heard me.

I’ll try one more.

“Billing, this is Sue,” a woman answered.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “must have the wrong number.”

“You weren’t dialing hospital billing?” she said.

For some unknown reason I told Sue all about my predicament. “You come in right away,” she said. “We’ll do our best to accommodate you.”

I hurried to her office. Sue did some research and made some calls, and discovered something I would never have known. “Take this upstairs to cardiology,” she said as she filled out a form. “Schedule your procedure. It’s covered one hundred percent.”

Two weeks later I felt better than I ever had before. Thanks to the hospital staff—and an angel from the billing department.

—Rojean Martinez, Ogden, Utah

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