I could not wait for Kechi to open her eyes so she
could see me. I spoke to her over and over again, prayed over her, sang to her
because I believed she needed to know that I was close by, and I believed she
could hear me.
I was content with the way she was resting because
I knew that her body needed rest to recover from the trauma of being thrown
from a burning plane.
It still seemed like a dream, like it did not
happen in real life. I was so overwhelmed by the awesomeness of God and I
now realized that I had really made Him small in my eyes.
I had not
seen Dr. Plani since the first day we came, and the nurses advised me to come
early so I could catch him after his early morning rounds. I got there pretty
early the next day, but I could not see him because new patients had come in
from a bus accident in Nigeria. Matron informed me that the hospital staff were
now calling Trauma ICU 'Nigeria ward.’
Distressingly, Matron also informed me Pauline's
condition was deteriorating and that they had called the family to inform them.
My heart was breaking. “God”, I prayed, “please do that which You are known for
and give her a miracle also”...
To be continued...
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