A Touch From Heaven

DahKuSay

It was just after evening worship on Monday of last week. I was outside talking to someone when I turned around and saw DahKuSay squatting on the sidewalk. From where I was I couldn’t tell if she was laughing or crying, but once I got closer it was clear that she was in a lot of pain. She had been walking to the school when one of the little boys playfully pushed her. Not expecting such a nudge, she stepped wrong on her right foot, bending it in really hard.

Seeing how difficult it was for her to stand up, I knew she shouldn’t walk back to the dorm without help, but she was too embarrassed to accept much help. After a slow, painful walk, she finally made it to her place in the dorm. Ice, ibuprofen, and another pain med didn’t do much to relieve the pain. Even the onion poultice that we left on overnight didn’t help.

We’ll just say that the next few days were hard. Only a couple of times was she able to go to school during the next week. She was able to attend church on Sabbath morning, but she deeply missed going to the other worships.

This morning, while I struggled to stay calm with the list of things calling for my immediate attention, I was called to see her. Not knowing what to expect I skipped down the hill in the rain. Once I was by her side, I learned that she had fallen just a little bit before while walking to the restroom. My heart ached. . . .

I put on some of the balm and gently massaged it for a moment. What could I do? She asked if we should do another onion poultice, and I promptly agreed. But even with that, I was sure she was in for an even longer healing process than before.

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This afternoon she and I lay on the floor of her place in the dorm. She had just finished her English exam, and we were chatting about this and that. Then she told me something . . .

“This morning I was here crying after you left. I really wanted to go to school. Finally I fell asleep. But while I was sleeping I was startled by someone suddenly moving my foot. It scared me, and I opened my eyes to see who it was. But when I looked around the only other person was a sick girl who was sleeping. And, Teacher, it didn’t hurt after that!”

I lay stunned on the floor. I asked to a few questions to make sure I understood. The only thing I could think of was that an angel touched her. She then said that she thought God must have touched her. I told her I thought maybe it was an angel. “Yes, an angel,” she said.

Not every day do I get to come home and share such exciting stories, but this one just thrills me. To see this beautiful girl who has experienced so many kinds of pain be touched by a hand from heaven and be relieved . . .