The Hand Of God

When I first started practicing almost thirty years ago I called on God quiet a bit for help with difficult cases.Today while examining a post cancer patient with severe neck pain I asked God to be my hands-his response back to me was no my son you be My hands.The lady was out of work with a severely disabled husband and she had come to us because her bucket was full.It is a rare privilege to help relieve patients from their pain.At the end of the day my thoughts still turned to her and several others that had come our way.I use to ask God for help because I was uncertain and yes nervous if I was up to the task.I still marvell that He speaks and shows himself at just the right moment.The lady got off the table-no words were spoken-but we looked at each other and felt the hand of God that had just touched us both.