WHEN MARGARET AND I PRAYED...
WHEN MARGARET AND I PRAYED… Our aging mother was in a Hamilton hospital having just had heart surgery. All was well, except that one of her doctors had a very disturbing attitude. We felt that he thought that hospital and physicians’ care would be better spent on people in their twenties and thirties than on an older person who had already lived most of her life. But he forgot one thing: this was our mother! As my sister Margaret and I fervently prayed on the telephone that night, we asked the Lord to change this doctor’s heart, and to remove all ungodly influences on his thinking. The next day, the doctor was more subdued and softer in his attitude. Even our brother, who knew nothing of our prayers, remarked, ”He is different!” Margaret and I just smiled, and offered thanks to the Lord who cares so much for family and each of our lives.