Desert Doctor

Almost two years ago when I first shared that I was moving to the desert to work with refugees, a close friend told me about a woman doctor whose book she read who had started a hospital in the very same city in which I currently live.

This week I had to get a document signed for some upcoming travel, and as I have not ever been to the doctor here I was at a loss as to where to go to be seen. Then I remembered the hospital and I felt lead to go for a visit and see what connections came of it. This morning at the busy hospital I got to talking with a bunch of bedouin women who were waiting in the same hall as I was. I met one Syrian woman who I especially fell in love with. Later I was invited to pray for healing for this very same woman and a few others! What joy! Then I met the doctor my friend had been trying to connect me to; though up there in her years, her hands and heart were still soft and attentive to those in need around her. As she was tenderly encouraging a woman in her care with terminal illness I got to witness the love she has been pouring out in this desert for decades. Undone. Trying to hold back tears. Love only grows with age.

I love how Papa connects His kids in mysterious and wonderful ways.