On Tuesday, I went for my 28 week check up and also had to do my 1 hour glucose test. For those of you who might not know, it is a routine blood test done on pregnant women to test for Gestational Diabetes.
While I was sitting in the lab waiting for them to do my blood draw (they make you drink this disgusting drink and then draw blood exactly one hour later), a woman came in and sat next to me in the waiting room. Normally, I keep to myself in these situations and just play a game on my phone or read a magazine or something, but she started talking to me.
She asked if I was having my first. Of course I laughed and had to say, "No, this is my fourth". Well, she immediately opened up to me. She shared with me that was very early on in her pregnancy (6 weeks ish) and that she was having a lot of pain so they were doing tests to find out why. They had told her that she may be having an ectopic pregnancy (meaning the baby was growing in the Fallopian tube rather than the Uterus.
I tried to calm her down a little. With it being her first pregnancy, I just said stuff like, "Everyone has a different normal", "I know other that have had a lot of pain and even bleeding and everything was fine", "all of my pregnancies have been so different", and to try not to worry too much before they confirm anything...then you will know if you even have anything to worry about.
At that point I got called back and by the time I was done, she was gone.
I was so mad at myself. Why, oh why didn't I offer to pray for her....with her?
Why wasn't that the first thing that came to my mind. Why did I have to think of it after it was too late?!?!
Well...I did pray for my nameless friend. I prayed for her a LOT through the course of Tuesday and Wednesday.
Wednesday afternoon, my doctors office called to tell me that my glucose test came back too high and I would need to go back for a more accurate 3 hour test.
REALLY...come on! I had to do this with Libby too and everything was normal.
This was NOT one of the things that I worried about in my "Third Trimester Letter"!
Oh well...
So I scheduled my appointment for the following morning (I'd rather know sooner than later if I should be doing things differently).
and there I sat at 8:30 Thursday morning, to be in the lab for 3 hours! Had to drink the nasty drink again...this time on an empty stomach...so gross!
At 10:30....she walked in. The random girl I had been fervently praying for. She immediately came over to me (after checking in) and told me she needed more blood work and that the ultrasound had been fine. Baby was in fact, in the right place, with a heartbeat!
I almost cried for her and I was able to share with her that I had been praying for her ever since we had met on Tuesday.
She was so thankful and we had a great conversation.
I may never see her again. I may never know where her heart lies spiritually, but I know that God gave me that second chance to see her for a reason. I still don't have the results of my test (probably Monday) but I don't even care anymore. I will deal with whatever I have to deal with to keep this baby healthy and strong but I got to share God's love with someone.
so...why are we so scared at times to talk to people? To pray with people? To bring up the Lord in a situation where we don't know the other person's heart.
Does it even matter? Isn't it the most important thing we can do?
What on Earth are we so afriad of when we know that God has complete control over every situation?
I urge you to be bold for the Lord, Share His love. You may never know who God has reached through you!
