Linda Gleason — Heart and Home
Taxi, Please!
G
od sometimes makes our
wish come true! It was
somewhere between the ages
of five and seven while we were on
the mission field in Sri Lanka where
I learned the awesome God of the
universe cares about little girls.
My father was hospitalized in very
serious condition. For nine days and
nights, he had sat up moving as little
as possible with life-threatening
blood clots in his lungs. Mother was
at home with my tiny baby brother,
my sister, and me. The nighttime was
very frightening in a faraway land that
was torn by civil war. Mobs and murders were the common occurrence
every day and nighttime was extremely dangerous without the protection
of a man in the home.
On this particular day, Mom had
packed us up to go visit Daddy in
the hospital. As we pulled up to the
entrance, there was a taxi parked
by the door. Whether I said it or my
sister said it, we both agreed the wish
of our heart was that Daddy would
be coming home in that taxi. Almost
before the words had died in the air,
we saw him walking out the hospital
door to get into the vehicle. What
rejoicing when we heard the story!
Daddy, alone in the room, looked
up to see a man and lady whom he
had never met coming to his bedside
saying, “The Lord has sent us to pray
for you.” When they laid hands on
his head, Dad said it felt like liquid
fire going from the top of his head
through his entire body. Could it have
been healing virtue like that which
flowed into the woman with the issue
of blood who touched the hem of Jesus’ garment and He said, “I perceive
that virtue is gone out of me” (Luke
8:46)? All we know is that when they
prayed, strength fused into Dad’s
body. The problem in the lungs was
instantly healed. The doctors could
not give reasons but they knew he
was made whole and could go home
so he requested a “taxi, please!” And
two little girls knew of a certainty that
God heard the desires of their hearts.
Mar/Apr 2014 • Reflections 17