In the ambulance the paramedics didn't
Try to quiet her screams.
"Just release it," they told her.
At the hospital an IV helped, but after
She was home the shrieking agony returned, and
She was back in the hospital again.
My friend told me, " I kept crying to
Jesus, 'Help me. I need You.' I quoted
Every Bible verse I could recall."
The woman standing beside her bed was not
Encouraging.
"He's not helping, is He?"
It appeared that way.
But now that her pain level has lessened, the
Dear lady shared her ordeal with me:
"Those hours were horrible ones, and even
Though I didn't have relief, and I stil
Don't understand, at least I had
Someone to cry out to."
I know God heard my friend.
And I believe one day He'll explain.