A few weeks ago, during an unusually long period of choking, my prayer was; "God, help me! Make the spasms stop." As I searched for an open clinic, suddenly the situation worsened. I began vomiting. A stranger called for an ambulance and I was swiftly taken to the hospital. Two hours later, the vomiting stopped and the throat relaxed. The doctor on duty referred me to a gastroenterologist (we don't have a family doctor in town).
As I rested on the gurney, finally out of the distressful situation, I thought about all the people in worse circumstances; burn victims, mothers giving birth, people suffering heart attacks, et cetera. I wondered what I was doing there and felt guilty about taking up medical staff's valuable time. Perhaps I should have stayed home and just rode through the troublesome wave by myself.
But then I realized...God was with me. I asked for help - not healing. God answered. He stopped the spasms and put me in contact with a specialist who can determine the cause of the choking episodes that plague me and put my mind to rest. He knows just what we need and when we need it.
Being alone during a crisis is frightening. Yes, I was frightened but I wasn't alone.
Matthew 28:20 "...I am with you always, even unto the end of the world."