“Thumbs Up: You’re Going to Be Okay”

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I wrote this entry in my journal this morning and thought it might be worth a share. I was awakened to an experience from God in the midst of a hardship that I believe the enemy wanted to use to get me off track, but due to keeping a sound mind, God used it to bless me. Be encouraged.

I have to thank God for taking care of me. It’s funny how whenever I open my journal to write, I gaze at the previous entry and it relates to what I have to say that day. My last entry was about a Joyce Meyer sermon I watched on taking care of the body and the overall importance of a healthy mind, body, and spirit. You never fully appreciate feeling well until you experience the opposite. Yesterday around 3am I went to the emergency room because my head was in excruciating pain. I’ve dealt with migraines and bad headaches in past years but had never felt anything quite like this before. After 12 hours passed with the same headache and pain reliever just not working, I decided to go to the hospital.

Now we all know that ER experiences can be hit or miss. Sometimes it seems that the overnight staff wishes they could be home sleep and seemingly takes it out on patients and guests. But when I got to the door there was a nice security guard who pointed me in the right direction and encouraged me, “feel better.” When I got to the lobby there was surprisingly no one waiting and I was seen within minutes.

Then came the nurses, not as friendly or communicative as the security guard but at the point all I cared about was getting this pitchfork out of my temples so I decided not to be bothered. The doctor informed me that there was nothing serious going on with me and that the headache could have been a combination of stress, hormones, etc. He gave me some medicine that gradually reduced the pain and advised me to take a day to rest with no computers, tv, cell phone, etc. And that is exactly what I did. I was home by 5:30am, fell asleep by 6:00am and did not wake up until 2:30pm. Best sleep I’ve had in months!

While in ER, the secretary came in with my paperwork. I told her that I really liked her top and necklace (she had on this cute turquoise chiffon blouse with a turquoise and peach statement piece). I asked her for a blanket and crackers. She came right back with the blanket and wrapped it around me. After asking the nurses if I could eat, she brought me two packs of crackers, peanut butter, yogurt, and juice; more than I could eat but the gesture made me feel cared for. In addition, the security guard from earlier walked past my room, gave me a thumbs up and said, “You’re going to be okay.”

Although I was in a hospital “by myself,” God embraced me as His child and reminded me that He never leaves me alone. He is always right there, sending His angels to walk past my room and assure me that I am okay, to wrap a warm blanket around me and provide me food to eat. He was behind the wheel as I drove and He was in the medicine that relieved my headache.

I encourage you to be kind to people. You never know the effect of your kind words or polite gesture. You may be the only sense of family that person has in that moment. You may be the determining factor of whether that person decides to give up or not. Choose your words and actions wisely and be the light that you were created to be in a dark world.

-Renée Nicole Gibson Twitter: disclosednative IG: ms_disclosednative


2 thoughts on ““Thumbs Up: You’re Going to Be Okay”

  1. zoralola says:

    Girl Yes! It’s great that you recognize when you are being taken care of God. I love that you shared that experience it was truly uplifting.

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