Eye Contact: Write about two people seeing each other for the first time.
The tang of iron and the smell of fresh meat overwhelmed her senses before her next patient was lifted up onto the table next to her. She could hear the trauma doctors talking, just barely, and thought she made out the words “church” and “car accident.” When they lifted the patient to the table, many things poured into the volunteer’s heart, all at once. Gentle her, brush her, her Father God loves her. The Holy Spirit giving her these thoughts was the only way Audrey was able to tell this was a woman. As she was placed onto the table, Audrey was shocked, but honored, to see that she was still conscious, in complete fear, and looking right into her eyes.
“Hey sweet girl, my name is Audrey, can I hold your hand?”
The woman nodded ever so slightly and Audrey gloved up with the many years of experience making the action seem effortless and then picked up the woman’s right hand in hers, ever so carefully, for the skin was cut, bleeding and her far right two fingers were completely missing, which Audrey instinctively knew not to draw attention to. She let the woman’s hand sit in hers, and gave it a ‘barely there’ squeeze.
“Whats your name, beautiful?”
“Eh-Elena”, the woman pushed out, more air behind the nomenclature than any vocal components.
“Elena, we’ve got you. I know you’re scared. I know you’re in pain. But you’re in good hands, and guess what?”
Audrey got a little bit closer and dropper her voice a few notches, not as if to prevent anyone else from hearing what she said next, but with the intention of making it more personal, more private, more…gentle.
“Youre in God’s hands.”
Elena’s eyes filled with a sparkle, that then quickly turned into a singular tear that rolled down the bridge of her nose and on to the table.
At this point the doctors had set up everything they needed to stabilize Elena, and were starting to get to work on her wounds. Her entire scalp had been ripped off, not a hair on her. Her face, shoulders, arms were all puffy and inflamed, each one having been cut what seemed to be a thousand times. They believed her right ankle to be shattered. This woman had a long road ahead of her. But, Audrey knew that was not important at this moment. At this moment, what was important was that this woman know she is loved. KNOW that she is cared for, both externally by the knowledgeable, experienced doctors and nurses buzzing around her, and internally, by the Father God that loves her so much.
“Elena, can I pray with you?” The woman again nodded slightly, more blinking her desire than anything else.
“Can I use the D-word with you? I know some Christians cringe when we call God a certain name.” Audrey chuckled this question out, hoping Elena understood the semi-joke and by the smile that cracked her face for the first time since coming in, Audrey knew she had.
“Daddy God, we love you. We love you for loving us, and we love you for being right here next to Elena right now. Father, this is a hard time, this is a painful time and we need you now more than ever. We ask for and receive your grace. Your beautiful grace. We ask for and receive your strength and Daddy God, I praise you for the strength and endurance you have already gifted to Elena. Lord, I thank you for her. She is such a beautiful sister in You and I am so thankful to have her be a part of my life. Father God, she needs you now. Cover her in your comfort, that she may never feel alone or scared. Cover her in your peace, that she may always hold onto a purpose that is so much higher than all this. Cover her in your healing, Jehovah Rapha, my God who heals. Lord, be with her in every moment. Holy Spirit, counsel her in these dark and painful times. Give her a glimpse of the future. Let her see the beauty and the purpose for the Kingdom that she is going to be able to use this testimony for. Daddy God, use this experience to draw her closer to you, and to draw those around her closer to your beautiful Son, Jesus Christ. We love you, Daddy God. We praise you and worship you and thank you and trust you. Amen.
Audrey felt a squeeze from Elena’s three fingers and gently squeezed back. She lifted her hand to Elena’s head, with the intended action of brushing the side of her face and hair, but hovered just a few inches above her head, knowing that the sentiment would translate, but the bacteria and possible source of infection wouldn’t.
“You’re going to be okay, sweet girl. I feel it in my soul. You’re going to be okay.” The corner of Elena’s lips curved again once more in a small smile before she drifted off, into a peace-infused sleep. Audrey sat there with her for a few more hours, praying over every cut and scrape, for the doctors working on her, the nurses keeping her comfortable and safe, and praying that, even as they wheeled her off to the OR, she would feel comforted and safe. And know that she is loved.