Hey there,
I wanted to share my day with you. I am going to start back at the beginning. A few weeks ago I wanted to find my favorite doctor as a child. His name was Dr. Bill Holmes. He was a neurologist. I wasn’t even sure if he’d still be alive. I reached out to the hospital we heard he was volunteering at on Brownsboro Road. When I called, the person didn’t recognize that name. I was sad that I couldn’t find him. Then about a week later my mom went to lunch, and there he was, eating lunch with his wife! She let him know that I had been trying to find him, and we were able to connect via Facebook. I just felt like that was Jesus, in this big city of Louisville letting him go to that restaurant at that time on that day.
Today Dr. Holmes (now in his 70’s) came over to my house. I gave him a great big hug when he walked in my door. He said, “I have a book in my car I want to show you.” On the front cover it said, “Kids I have known” with a big smiley face. We flipped through the book, and he knew the kids names and stories. Many of them had passed away. One family had three boys and they all died before they reached their teenage years. I believe they were diagnosed with muscular dystrophy (I was diagnosed with muscular atrophy). He had kept the card and note my mother wrote for him when I was 9 years old, all these years. We found my old braces I wore as a kid, the metal leg braces I don’t even remember wearing since I was so young. The plastic ones I do remember, and now here I am today without them!
We were planning to go to lunch together today. I had really hoped my parents could go with us, but I knew my dad had worked several Saturdays in a row, and he would be working today. But a guy at his work walked up to dad out of the blue and asked him if he could volunteer to work for him this afternoon! It’s just amazing how Jesus put it in his heart to do that for us :).
Dr. Holmes cried twice during lunch, once when he read the card about how very thankful we are that God placed him in our life. The second time he was telling about how he volunteered to be a chaplain at a hospital. He walked in to see a Pentecostal lady (he’s Baptist) and he asked her if she would like him to pray for her. She said, “I would like to pray for you.” She laid hands on him and prayed about ten minutes, and then she said, “Can’t you feel the spirit?” He cried and said, “She didn’t even know I had just been diagnosed with bone marrow cancer.” Please pray for Dr. Holmes, I sure do love this man. He always made me feel special when he walked in that children’s clinic room, and always gave me a big hug before he left.
I just want to say thank you to Jesus for letting me live, and for God’s people who prayed for me when I was a very little girl.
(I’ve promised to send photos, please see below).
Love y’all,
Rebekah E.
