Story Tuesday: Grace’s Calling Chapter 3 Finding Hope Again
Three weeks had passed since that dreadful day in the emergency department. Grace was sitting in the bed looking out the window. She looked down at her leg. It was wrapped up in a white bandage, and she could barely look at it. They had to take the lower half of her leg. There were numerous flowers around her, and many people from the school had sent cards. Grace did not want anyone to visit though. She couldn’t bear the thought of them seeing her without her leg.
“God, why did you let this happen? I have tried to serve you. I have tried to do right. This wasn’t supposed to happen to me.” Tears fell down Grace’s face as she looked out the window. It was a rainy dreary sort of day, and Grace couldn’t see the sunlight. Just then, she heard a knock on the door. It was the nurse. “Grace, you have a visitor. Mark is here to see you.”
“Oh no, I’m not even dressed. I don’t want him to see me like this. I’m a mess.” Grace didn’t want to be rude, so she said “Come on in.” Mark walked into the room. This was the first time he had seen her since the accident.
“Hi Grace. I wanted to come for a visit. How are you?” Mark sat down on a small chair by the bed. Grace pushed her hair back and folded her hands in her lap. “Well, I could be better I guess. I’m in a lot of pain. You know, they took my leg.” Grace didn’t want to cry, but tears welled up in her eyes. “I don’t know why this has happened Mark. Why would God let this happen?”
Mark sat quietly. He didn’t really know what to say. It was all so tragic. “Well, I don’t know Grace. I really wish it wouldn’t have happened.” His words didn’t make her feel any better, but at least he didn’t try to say everything was going to be okay, and try to look at the bright side of things. All the cards had cliché phrases in them, and really they made Grace even angrier at the situation.
“I guess I am mad at God Mark, because I’ve tried so hard. I’ve tried to be good, and I’ve tried to go to church. It all happened so fast. One minute I was driving and the next, a car had hit me, I was spinning, and then they were trying to pull me out of the car. I don’t remember much after that. I guess I passed out because of the pain. Then I woke up, and I hurt even more, and looked down at my leg. It was gone. I passed out again, and when I woke up my mom and dad were sitting next to me in the bed. They explained what had happened and they were crying. It was so surreal. So unreal.” There was a long silence.
Mark had a little box in his hand. I guess he was waiting for the right moment to give her the gift. “What’s that in your hand?” Grace reached toward Mark. “It’s just a little something I got for you from the gift shop.” He handed her the small box. It was wrapped in brown cardboard color paper and had a nice red bow on it with ribbons. Grace pulled the ribbons, and then took off the wrapping paper. She opened the box. There was a little green turtle in the box, with an inscription on it which read “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. Philippians 4:13”
“Thanks Mark. It’s really nice. That was thoughtful. I don’t know if I can do this, but I guess I have to try.” Mark smiled at her, and offered to say a prayer with her. “Dear God, please help Grace today. Help her to see hope, and to see your strength today. Amen.”
A nurse walked in, and started bringing in her medicines. “I’ll see you later Grace. Text me, and let me know how you are doing.” Mark walked out of the room.
“He seems like a nice gentleman. Is he your boyfriend?”
“No, we are just friends from school. He is nice. It was good of him to stop by. I guess I feel a little more hopeful now.”
“This is challenging, but if you work hard you will gain more strength back and be able to walk again. Do you want to try to get up into the chair to sit for a few hours?” Grace hadn’t wanted to get out of bed in days, so the nurse thought this might be a good opportunity to get her out of the bed when she was feeling a little better. “Yes, I guess I can try.”
Grace shifted her weight a little, and the nurse held her up by the shoulder. Using the crutches, she stood up on her one leg. She felt a little off balance. She moved closer to the chair, and sat down. “I’ll put the TV on for you okay?” Then the nurse walked out of the room. Grace looked at the small green turtle and thought, “Can I really do all things? Like this? Now?” She felt a little courage and a strange feeling of hope, and noticed a small ray of sunlight coming from the clouds into her window. “Maybe God does have a plan, maybe.”