Once I sit down in my seat, chaos can break out at home, and there is nothing I can do about it! The pleasure of traveling alone is not lost on this mother of five. The time is my own. I can do with it as I please.
My seat was three-fourths of the way back in the plane, and I was sitting by the window. I got settled and opened my book.
We had been in the air about 20 minutes.
Then it happened, “Is there any medical personnel on the plane?”
My MD husband always told me not to rush in. So I waited.
“Please, is there any medical personnel on board?”
I waited again, but I was starting to feel uncomfortable. By the third plea, I said, “Okay, Lord.”
And I pushed the call button.
The flight attendant rushed me to the front of the plane to check on a man who was passed out in his seat. He was sitting upright and his eyes were wide open. He was young and the oddest shade of pale green. His skin was cold and clammy. We quickly moved him to the floor in the narrow aisle. I asked his wife all the appropriate questions while I tried to get the man’s pulse. No palpable pulse! I yelled at someone to get a blood pressure cuff.
In the meantime, I was informed by the flight attendant, “The pilot wants to know if we need to make an emergency landing.”
“Uh oh. I don’t know yet!”
We put the man’s legs in the air. His color starting coming back and I was able to measure his blood pressure. Then all of a sudden, the man gasped. He was back. I asked him if he knew his name and he did. No emergency landing needed, just paramedics waiting at the gate.
We carried the man to the back of the plane and laid him down across several seats. He was scared and confused. I asked his wife if I could pray for him. She said, “Yes! Of course! Please!”
As I began to pray, I felt like time had slowed way down.
It was just God and me having a conversation about this man who didn’t have a clue what was going on with him. And his poor wife was obviously rattled.
When I said, “Amen,” and looked up, the flight attendants and half of the back of the plane had huddled around the couple and me as I prayed over them. I had just shared the Gospel through prayer with several people, and I didn’t even know it.
When looking for the lesson as I replayed the incident in my mind, I realized again for the hundredth time, my time is not my own and I don’t get to do with it as I please. I just think I do. God is good at reminding me,
“You can make many plans, but the Lord’s purpose will prevail.” Proverbs 19:21
And I have come to understand on a deeper level that some of the best God moments just can’t be planned.