The second day I was in the hospital I was visited by Chaplin Fred. I am convinced God dropped him straight from heaven and into my world that day because that day, in particular, was my worst. I had woken up in the clothes I arrived there in because the techs hadn’t searched the belongings my sister had brought for me yet, I hadn’t seen the doctor, I had cried through breakfast, and I was the “new girl” and didn’t know the psych hospital rules yet. I was feeling very neglected. All of this combined with my obvious mental breakdown and exhaustion left me completely lost and here is where both he and He found me.
I grew up in a faith filled home. I attended church every week. I attended Catholic school and send my own children to Catholic school. I thought I knew my faith and believed that God was with me but somewhere between the PTSD and anxiety, the outside world, various pressures, and demands of my own family, I had forgotten really how God is with me.
After this experience, I will never forget.
Chaplin Fred prayed with me, listened to my story, reminded me of the love God has always had for me and he did one more thing for me – he offered me a scripture prescription. I have leaned on those words each day since.
Psalm 23: 1-8
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me to lie down in green pastures: he leads me beside the still waters. He restores my soul: he leads me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies: you anoint my head with oil; my cup runs over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
If I ever see Chaplin Fred again I will thank him for the hope he filled me with, for the love he showed me in some of my darkest times, and for sharing these words for me to live by.