Wednesday Clinic day One

Wednesday, March 4, 2026.

As I watch the sun rise, my heart spontaneously calls out “Show me Your glory, God”.  He reminds me that I held His Glory last night as I held Pastor Peter’s new baby named Glory.

The first day of clinic is always a bit chaotic as we all learn our stations and choose our rhythms. I saw a lot of patients of every age today. I gave several shots. My older men with their toothless smiles make me giddy with delight. Most sit down in my chair with blank expressions but when I take their hands and say their names, they are transformed. It is medicine to our souls. There were so many with Sciatica symptoms like my own. Like my sons, Joseph, Thomas, Samuel, and Peter were among them which made us all smile.

I was en route to somewhere else when one of our high schoolers pointed to a door I was passing and, with concern, said there was so much blood in there. Curiously alarmed, I pivoted and found a 6 year old darling on a gurney with a gash on his forehead. I’ll call him Roscoe. He was screaming as the blood poured into his eyes and mouth. His mother was struggling to keep him on the table so I helped her. I put pressure on his wound with one hand and held his other hand as I talked to him in English. We locked eyes and he calmed though he didn’t know a word of my English. The thing about language is that the words don’t need to be known for the intent to be understood.  All through the suturing, my young friend held my gaze and allowed us to help. His bravery and strength of spirit were stunning.

It made me think of the Hebrew word Ruach, God’s breath. How God lends us His courage by breathing His breath into us. I think God used His Ruach today to breathe through my breath into my little friend. 

Back home, a friend’s prayer for me was that  harmony might come through me and add to the  beautiful song God was playing. How lovely a blessing to be invited to infuse His harmony to another in need!  We serve an awesome God!

TanziAnne