When The Heart Attacks
I'm talking with my grandmother when the call-waiting beeps in. I look to see who the caller may be. I recognize the area code but not the number. I ignore the call -waiting and continue on with my grandmother. Two more times the same caller calls again. I say my good-bye's to my grandmother and I thumb for the button to recieve the caller who has been waiting. Cries coming from my niece, I had never known what her cell number was, hence my reluctance to answer her call. She's spilling with fear and she's upset beyond words. The only two words I can make out are "Mom" and "heart attack"! I tell her I'm on my way. The only thing that is realing in my mind is her mother's lost soul. I begin to pray for God to protect my sister's heart. "She doesn't know you, Daddy". "Give her a second chance at life". "Please send someone into her life to pour out your love on her". " I have talked to her and have witnessed to her, I have shared the gospel many times with her, I have poured out your love on her and she just keeps telling me ,"We are not going to talk about that, and shuts me down!" Her heart is so hard Daddy, you are the only one who can soften this heart that you created." I'm so concerned Daddy, that this will be her last day." "Please watch over her heart and protect it from stopping." In the mighty name of Jesus I pray Amen. These words continue to spill out as my husband and I gather good and perfect gift together and get him into the car, they spill out on our hour long drive to get to the hospital. Each mile seems as if it will never be passed. I call my niece back and get directions to the hospital, she conveys that the hospital has transported my sister to another hospital with a higher level of care for heart patients. I'm thinking in my mind this must be a really bad heart attack.