Love's Healing Touch by Jane Myers Perrine

Author:Jane Myers Perrine
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-4268-0607-0
Publisher: Harlequin

In the chapel, three pews lined each side of an aisle wide enough for wheelchairs. On the walls were beautiful stained-glass windows backlit to show scenes of Jesus healing the blind and lame, welcoming the children, curing the leper. A gold cross dominated a Communion table covered in rich green cloth.

Alone in the chapel, Mike sank into a seat in the last row. Although he'd meant to kneel on the step in the front, his legs had turned so weak he couldn't walk farther. Back here, he sat in silence for a moment, eyes on the cross until the scene in the trauma room forced itself into his thoughts.

Over and over again, he saw Jimmy with the knife, hovering over the patient; Jimmy slapping Dr. Ramírez; and Dr. Ramírez hitting him with the basin and crutch. Didn't she realize the danger she'd been in? He could feel himself, dizzily whirling around the room on Jimmy's back, certain the out-of-control man would crush him then go after the doctor with his knife.

He shook all over as if he were chilling. Grasping his hands in an attempt to regain control, he sucked in huge gulps of air as he repeated, "The Lord is my shepherd," over and over. After what must have been at least ten minutes of those terrifying visions flickering through his brain, the shaking slowed and his breathing became close to normal.

Little by little, he realized he wasn't alone. The chapel was filled by a presence. He could feel the Holy Spirit surrounding him, here to enfold and comfort him, to bring him courage and peace.

"Thank you, God," he whispered, aware he and the Lord were communicating again, at last. What else was there to say? Because he didn't want to break this sense of closeness, he added, "For watching over us all, for keeping us safe." He paused because the last prayer was hard. "Please help Jimmy find his way."

As he meditated, tears began to fall, but he didn't try to stop them. Instead, he reached for the box of tissue at the end of the pew to blot his cheeks while he allowed the tension and fear to flow from him. The disappointments and doubts of the past year poured out with them and he turned them over to God. In that moment of gratitude, he recognized God had always been near. God had listened to him every time, every second.

Twenty minutes later, he said another, "Thank you, God," wiped his face and stood to go, renewed. The few minutes had changed him. At the door, he turned toward the chapel again, hating to leave, then he headed to his locker.

He worried about Dr. Ramírez and Mitchelson and everyone who'd gone through the siege. Although still shaky from the experience, inside he was different. Within he felt strong and at peace, finally. He knew he could get through the next few years as he searched for God's will for his life.

How? He didn't know, but now he would listen.

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