Hospital Mission

Friday two weeks ago, something cracked in my right knee just when I took the second of four small stairs getting to my appartment after work. It was such a bad pain that I couldn't walk the whole weekend, so I stayed 2 and a half days on my sofa. The following Monday I went to the doctor, got the knee x-rayed and they said it looks that much damaged that they can not tell me what the actual problem is.
As this story is nothing new to me (it happens again and again since years on different joints like ellbows, wrist joints and since one year on my finger joints as well) I "knew" that some cartilage must have broken off, blocking my knee. The doctor and I agreed to have an arthroscopy for more details, which was last week Tuesday (my facebook friends already know).

I was put into a two-bed bedroom Monday (17th) but stayed there alone as no other patient came in until Thursday. So the new patient and I spend only almost one day and a night together because I could leave the hospital yesterday morning. My roommate, Frau Seifert, is about my mom's age and very friendly. I don't know why but I strongly felt all the time to share the gospel with her but somehow I didn't find a way to start a conversation like that and so I just prayed for her and for the right moment. But yesterday morning the nurses came pretty early to pick her up for her surgery and we actually had not really much time to say good bye to each other. Then my mom came to pick me up and give me a ride home. Before I went I at least left something to read (how to find God) on her bed table but I felt like this was not enough anyway...
In the afternoon, when I was taking a shower at home, I suddenly thought of her and prayed that if we wouldn't meet again I'd really love to meet her eventually in heaven.

This morning I woke up, I don't know exactly, but it must have been around four o'clock. I felt extremly bad at all not to mention that something was wrong with my knee! I've never had that kind of pain before (I am so much used to some sort of pain that I normally know what the matter is without seeing the doctor). But this one was new to me! About 60 horrible minutes passed when I finally decided to call my mom. She said, well, I think I should take you back to the clinic, someone should be there to help you although it is Saturday.
NO!, I cried. Wasn't it Klara who left a note on my facebook saying "for I am the LORD, who heals you" (Exodus 15:26)??? I do NOT need another doctor again!!!
After a while I gave up, closed my eyes and saw me going back to the clinic, where they would say something like "Bummer! too bad you have to come back, but you can have the same bed in the same room as no one else came in yesterday because it's weekend." When I saw this picture in my had, being back in the same room, talking to my roommate again, the pain in my knee was GONE like someone had switched it off! Just as it never had been there before!
I said to my mom, "Mom, the pain is SUDDENLY gone. I NEED to go back to the clinic and talk to the lady!!! God want's me to be there and there was no other way to make me go again."

So I waited for a proper time to get up, took the bus and went back to the hospital to visit with Frau Seifert. She was pretty surprised to see me again ("my" bed was de facto not taken!) and we had such a good talk! She told me she got married at the age of 19, lost her husband because of cancer when she was 23 and later her daughter at the age of 9 because of an accident! She kind of believes in God and hopes to see her relatives again some day but she's not saved. As she doesn't come from this area her (second) husband will only visit her at the weekend and so I promised her to come back Monday afternoon when I left after almost an hour. Please help me pray for Mrs. Seifert she'll find the truth!