“Just pull this cord, if you need anything.”  I was in a 6 x 8 room sitting in an oversized leather Lazy Boy type chair. The nurse had just injected me with radioactive material that would attach to the sugar molecules that they had put into my body. (I’m not sure if I drank the sugar or if it was a different injection.) The sugar molecules that are attached to the radio active material go directly to highly active parts of your body and light up under the PET CT scan machine. Amazing science! Highly active parts of my body are most likely cancer. So I followed a very strict diet the day before and did very little activity. Once I had the injection of radio active material, I was told to sit very still for an hour and a half. I couldn’t talk, text, read, or move. They brought a warmed blanket to me and dimmed the lights. 

I was drifting off to sleep and replaying my instructions over in my head, when I remembered the nurse asking me if I had any metal on my clothing like zippers or buttons. I told her no. I startled out of my half sleep when I realized I did have some metal on part of my clothing. I wondered what would happen if I went through the machine with this small bit of metal. Would I have to redo it next week?  Would the test not work?  Yikes!  There was so much preparation for this test. I did not want to have to do this again soon. 

I looked to my left at the little cord that the nurse told me to pull if I needed her and figured the sooner the better. I reached over and tugged on the cord. 

Immediately an excruciatingly loud buzzer like a fire alarm burst through the silence. Lights started flashing all around me and a young intern (surely he wasn’t the doctor) hurried into my room to see what was wrong. 

I was overwhelmed by the response I could hardly remember my question. Come to find out my supportive piece of metal would not interfere with the accuracy of the machine. Whew!

I felt like I should apologize and announce to the staff that I would not pull the cord again and that I would just sit here and drop off to sleep. But no one seemed interested. 

An overwhelming response to a need. I think God responds to us in overwhelming ways as if we have pulled the cord in that little waiting room. Psalm 20 says, “May the Lord answer you when you are in distress, may the name of the God of Jacob protect you. May he send you help from the sanctuary and grant you support from Zion. May he remember all of your sacrifices and accept your burnt offerings. May he give you the desire of your heart and make all your plans succeed. May we shout for joy over your victory and lift up our banners in the name of our God. May the Lord grant all your requests.”

I want to see God’s overwhelming response to my need. I want to recognize his display of love and faithfulness and care. Don’t you?

Just pull the cord, if you need anything. He will respond…overwhelmingly. 

Have a great day!

Amy