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For Such a Time as This by Marnie Pehrson
The past couple of months have been interesting for our family, filled with a combination of small irritations, inconveniences and downright frightening events. Yet at every point along the way - through every challenge I was brought to face - there was always someone there to help me someone brought for such a time as this. There was our Bishop who allowed me to borrow his car to get my kids home from church when our van wouldnt start. There were the times my van only chose to break down when my brother-in-law just happened to be home from his job which generally keeps him on the road. Then there was the time our van wouldnt start in a Wal*Mart parking lot and who should I look up through my windshield to see, but my favorite Mr. Fixit and his sweet wife from church who had the van started within minutes. Always there were people who came to my rescue for such a time as this. Again and again, individuals arrived at places and times when I stood in need. This was further driven home this past weekend when, while staying with his grandparents, our five-year-old son experienced a string of inexplicable violent seizures which eventually rendered him unable to breathe on his own. He was taken in an ambulance to a local childrens hospital where he was well cared for by skilled physicians and nurses. Unfortunately my husband was up in the mountains with a group of Boy Scouts out of cell phone range. My niece rode with me to the hospital for moral support and to help tend our 2-year-old. My mother and brother-in-law were already there when I arrived at the emergency room to find my son in the midst of a violent seizure and unable to breathe. My sweet brother-in-law stood as proxy for my husband who couldnt be there to allow me to cry on his shoulder. Within the hour, clergy from our church had arrived to bless and pray for my son. My father and two close family friends came to support me as I waited long hours in the ICU waiting room. Our Bishop and my nephew hiked for miles up into the mountains to locate my husband and deliver the news. It was after 1:00am before my fatigued husband arrived to find his son lying unconscious in ICU with tubes in his nose and mouth and a myriad of electrodes affixed to his little body. The fact that I was surrounded by angels in human form drove home even further when an old friend from church inexplicably found himself at the foot of my sons gurney acting as his respiratory therapist. Since wed moved over six years ago and he hadnt met this particular child, he did not recognize my son. He sat at the head of his gurney, attending to him with the excellent care he gives each and every patient. Then the call came in from his wife, One of the Pehrson children is in ICU, you might want to check on him. The brother looked to the name on the chart at the foot of the bed and simply replied, Im already here. I stumbled upon a quote yesterday by Neil A. Maxwell that fits my thoughts of recent days, Moreover, though we live in a failing world, we have not been sent here to fail. Recall the new star that announced the birth at Bethlehem? It was in its precise orbit long before it so shone. We are likewise placed in human orbits to illuminate. Divine correlation functions not only in the cosmos but on this planet, too."1 I am grateful to the Lord for his divine coordination, for sending his angels of mercy to surround and lift me at every point no matter how small or insignificant the need or how extreme the situation. I am grateful to good people placed in my human orbit to illuminate who listen to the still small voice and respond who like Esther rise to the call to be there for others for such a time as this. Those who take the time to offer a shoulder to cry on, extend a hand of help, visit the sick, render consolation to the weary, offer a word of prayer, pick up the phone, perform their duties to the best of their abilities, or simply send an email may never know the impact they make on others, but we who are blessed by those acts understand their magnitude. Most of all, the Lord has assured, "Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me" (Matthew 25:40).
1) Neal A. Maxwell, "Encircled in the Arms of His Love," Ensign, Nov. 2002, 17
The author may be contacted at http://www.MarniePehrson.com
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