Yesterday evening, my husband, my mother-in-law, and myself went to Riverside Hospital to visit with Mrs. Taber, my children's vice principal and teacher. Not knowing what room she was in, I asked the front desk operator. The nurse gave us the room number, and indicated that Mrs. Taber's condition was listed in critical care. Needless to say upon hearing this news, I immediately began lifting silent prayers to Jesus. (I'm sure I wasn't the only one!)
The nurse also indicated that Mrs. Taber was permitted visitors except for the hours of 7-9am and 7-9pm. Well, it was 6:50pm and her room was on the far side of the hospital. My thought was that although we didn't have much time, we could probably make it for a quick prayer and leave in time for the shift change. So, we snaked through the long hallways and booked it to the elevators.
We reached her room at about 6:55pm. As we started to walk into her room, we saw that it was empty. The remains of her dinner tray were still on the bed table and the sheets of the bed were rumpled, but no one was in there. About that time, a nurse from the nearby station, asked if we were there to see Mrs. Taber. When we said yes, she said that we had just missed her -- Mrs. Taber had been discharged and was heading for home. They had just taken her downstairs moments before, and more than likely we passed each other on the elevators.
How cool is that! Praise God!
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