Linda Beck: Joy in the morning, noon and night

  • Posted: Sunday, March 17, 2013 10:55 a.m.

I wrote this column just one day short of four weeks at The Lutheran Home Rehab Center. My first column about the blood clots had been in the paper that day. I had been going here, there and everywhere on my scooter. I was getting better and thought I might be ready to go home.

Unfortunately, they were having trouble regulating the Coumadin and said I would have to stay a while longer. I had been using my “reacher-grabber” instead of having to call for help as often. But it got caught at the foot of the bed and I was afraid it would break, so I pushed the call button.

One of the nurses came in to help and she told me how much she had enjoyed my column.

We talked about our beliefs and she asked what my favorite hymn is. I told her “It is Well with My soul,” “Victory in Jesus,” and “How Great Thou Art” seem to always come to my heart and mind.

She sang the first two songs, but then had to leave to get back to her job. I was so amazed and delighted to hear her sing a capella just as Rev. Bruce had done several times.

I told her how special her singing was to me just as several other inspiring events had been. She said I had been a blessing to the staff.

I had loaned my first book to a nurse. On Sunday night she told how she had a bad headache when she got home from work Saturday and her blood pressure was high, so she went straight to bed.

Sunday morning she didn’t wake up in time to go to church. She said she picked up my book and read for awhile. The stories made her feel like she “had been in church and heard at least three sermons.”

The only way I can respond to that is in a prayer of thanks to our Lord and Savior. As I’ve said in previous stories, I continue to be amazed how God uses my health problems and stories to touch the hearts of other folks.

Then there was the morning when someone pounded on the door twice before he heard me saying, “Come in.”

An 88-year-old gentleman hobbled in with his cane. He was dressed in a suit and I noticed he had hearing aides.

He introduced himself and expressed how much he has enjoyed my columns and wanted to give me this gift.

The man went on to say he had a woodworking shop where he made several wooden plaques to sell and sometimes he would give one away.

I enjoy reading The Ten Commandments, which are inscribed on marble slabs mounted on this beautiful wood.

We had a nice conversation and he left me with a story about his life.

I continue to be amazed at all the blessings God gave me during this painful episode of my life.

Scripture says “joy comes in the morning” but for me it came all day long the whole five weeks I ended up being there.

Now, I am experiencing more blessings when Michael calls to tell me about some of the wonderful words of encouragement that folks have sent to him as a result of the story I wrote about his singing.

He declares that I did not hear him singing. He says I heard him “squawk.” So, I told him to keep on squawking.

Linda Beck, local writer and speaker, developed severe pulmonary embolisms in her lungs. She had to be at the Lutheran Home until she could return home to take care of herself.

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