Remember I needed a doctor?

I finally got really sick and ran out of asthma medications. So I went to the local clinic with a list of ailments (since asthma wasn't my only problem) and the medications I've been on. I got to see whatever doctor happened to be there.

My doctor happened to be there. (Thanks, God!)

He spent an hour with me, typing everything we discussed into the computer so he wouldn't forget any of it later. He listened to me. He answered all my questions. He talked to me about different medications, how they work, how they interact, and why certain ones would be better for me than others.

I walked out of there with seven prescriptions and a huge burden lifted.

Within a couple days, I began feeling much better. So we decided to go to one of the other churches we'd been planning to try.

My doctor happened to be there. (Thanks, God!)

I'm still feeling very good. In fact, earlier this week I looked in the mirror and barely recognized the face I saw... the clear complexion, the youthful glow, the bright eyes... what a pleasant surprise!

Thanks again, God!