I was walking down to clinic to grab some supplies for a shot we needed to administer Sunday night, and was planning on returning to the house in a few minutes. As I came from one direction, a lady in labor came from the other.
I decided I would welcome her in, give her a quick check up, and then run home to tell everyone what was up. Well, it wasn't meant to be. I got quite involved, and asked the one neighbor who had accompanied her into the room to go get a nurse for me. Apparently, something happened, and no nurse was coming. Well, then, before I knew the little angel had come...no time to wait for other nurses. I, for some reason, felt God was right there. I had time enough to get all the supplies I needed, but not enough to worry or stress.
And so, I wrapped the little baby up, and went out and asked the noisy children outside the gate if they couldn't please call Mis Whitney. They did, and before I knew it, the troops were present, including Mis Katie, who was too sick to be there. I had plenty of people to help get everyone comfortable and cozied in for the night.
