jump up and run after the truck, but she knew that wasn’t the right thing to do.
A raccoon with three cubs tumbling after it waddled along the creek, occasionally stopping to look for mussels. The bright eyes beneath the mask eventually found Kat. The animal stopped dead still and stared at her as the cubs continued to frolic. Then, seeing no harm in her, the coon turned back to the water and continued fishing with its delicate, nimble hands.
CHAPTER SEVEN
A Word From God
As Kat entered the hospital room, the sun slanted down through the single window, falling on a very young boy who lay flat on his back staring up at the ceiling. For an instant Kat hesitated but then put on a bright smile and walked over to the patient. After much indecision and soul-searching, she had finally committed to studying nursing and was now working at the small hospital not far from her home.
“Good morning, Bobby. How are you feeling today?”
“Not too good.”
“Well, I think you’re going to feel a whole lot better real soon.”
Six-year-old Bobby Joe Massey looked very small, his thin body outlined under the sheet. He had been in the small Georgia hospital for nearly three weeks, and Kat had become very attached to him.
“I’ll tell you what. Why don’t I read to you? Would you like that?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Kat picked up one of the children’s books, and as she did, Eileen Massey walked through the door. “Oh, hello, Mrs. Massey. I was just going to read Bobby a story.”
Eileen Massey smiled through eyes that betrayed her tension. “Bobby likes it so much when you read to him. If you’re going to be here, do you mind if I run to the cafeteria and get a cup of coffee?”
“You go right ahead. Bobby and I will be fine.”
Kat pulled up the chair and began to read the book about a little engine that could do more than it was supposed to. When she was finished, she reached out and took Bobby’s hand. “Now, if a little engine can do wonders, the Lord can certainly do wonders for you. You believe that, don’t you, Bobby?”
The boy did not answer, and Kat noticed that his lower lip was trembling. She gently pushed back his hair from his forehead. “It’s going to be all right.”
“I’m scared.”
“Of the operation?”
“Yes.” He looked at her desperately. “Will you be there?”
Actually Kat would not be on duty the next day, but the boy’s look was so pitiful that she smiled and said, “Well, of course I’ll be there! Friends like you and I have to stick together. I’ll tell you what, why don’t we just let Jesus know that we need Him tomorrow. All right?”
“All right.”
Kat bowed her head and began to pray. She had prayed much for Bobby, and once when she had left without offering to pray, Bobby had requested it. She prayed for the surgeons, that they would have skill and that Bobby would be made completely well. She concluded by saying, “Lord Jesus, we know you’re the Great Healer and Bobby needs you—so I know you’re going to be with him, and I thank you for it.”
Opening her eyes, Kat saw that Bobby looked almost cheerful. “I’ll be here before you go in, and I’ll be here when you come out. It won’t be long before you’re outside playing soccer.”
“I don’t know how to play.”
“Well, I’ll teach you.” Leaning over, Kat kissed him on the cheek and winked. “You try to cheer your mother up now.”
“I will, Miss Kat.”
As Kat left the room, Mrs. Massey was coming down the hall. “It means so much, Nurse Winslow, that Bobby’s come to trust you,” she said.
“Bobby and I have prayed, and I’ll be here tomorrow before he goes into surgery. Everything’s going to be fine. You just wait and see.”
Kat took the woman’s thanks and made her way to her station. She picked up her purse, said good-bye to the other nurses, and left the hospital.
As she stepped outside, her hat nearly blew off in the stiff March wind. She hung on to it and scurried
A raccoon with three cubs tumbling after it waddled along the creek, occasionally stopping to look for mussels. The bright eyes beneath the mask eventually found Kat. The animal stopped dead still and stared at her as the cubs continued to frolic. Then, seeing no harm in her, the coon turned back to the water and continued fishing with its delicate, nimble hands.
CHAPTER SEVEN
A Word From God
As Kat entered the hospital room, the sun slanted down through the single window, falling on a very young boy who lay flat on his back staring up at the ceiling. For an instant Kat hesitated but then put on a bright smile and walked over to the patient. After much indecision and soul-searching, she had finally committed to studying nursing and was now working at the small hospital not far from her home.
“Good morning, Bobby. How are you feeling today?”
“Not too good.”
“Well, I think you’re going to feel a whole lot better real soon.”
Six-year-old Bobby Joe Massey looked very small, his thin body outlined under the sheet. He had been in the small Georgia hospital for nearly three weeks, and Kat had become very attached to him.
“I’ll tell you what. Why don’t I read to you? Would you like that?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Kat picked up one of the children’s books, and as she did, Eileen Massey walked through the door. “Oh, hello, Mrs. Massey. I was just going to read Bobby a story.”
Eileen Massey smiled through eyes that betrayed her tension. “Bobby likes it so much when you read to him. If you’re going to be here, do you mind if I run to the cafeteria and get a cup of coffee?”
“You go right ahead. Bobby and I will be fine.”
Kat pulled up the chair and began to read the book about a little engine that could do more than it was supposed to. When she was finished, she reached out and took Bobby’s hand. “Now, if a little engine can do wonders, the Lord can certainly do wonders for you. You believe that, don’t you, Bobby?”
The boy did not answer, and Kat noticed that his lower lip was trembling. She gently pushed back his hair from his forehead. “It’s going to be all right.”
“I’m scared.”
“Of the operation?”
“Yes.” He looked at her desperately. “Will you be there?”
Actually Kat would not be on duty the next day, but the boy’s look was so pitiful that she smiled and said, “Well, of course I’ll be there! Friends like you and I have to stick together. I’ll tell you what, why don’t we just let Jesus know that we need Him tomorrow. All right?”
“All right.”
Kat bowed her head and began to pray. She had prayed much for Bobby, and once when she had left without offering to pray, Bobby had requested it. She prayed for the surgeons, that they would have skill and that Bobby would be made completely well. She concluded by saying, “Lord Jesus, we know you’re the Great Healer and Bobby needs you—so I know you’re going to be with him, and I thank you for it.”
Opening her eyes, Kat saw that Bobby looked almost cheerful. “I’ll be here before you go in, and I’ll be here when you come out. It won’t be long before you’re outside playing soccer.”
“I don’t know how to play.”
“Well, I’ll teach you.” Leaning over, Kat kissed him on the cheek and winked. “You try to cheer your mother up now.”
“I will, Miss Kat.”
As Kat left the room, Mrs. Massey was coming down the hall. “It means so much, Nurse Winslow, that Bobby’s come to trust you,” she said.
“Bobby and I have prayed, and I’ll be here tomorrow before he goes into surgery. Everything’s going to be fine. You just wait and see.”
Kat took the woman’s thanks and made her way to her station. She picked up her purse, said good-bye to the other nurses, and left the hospital.
As she stepped outside, her hat nearly blew off in the stiff March wind. She hung on to it and scurried
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