Prayer First?

so this past monday, rebekah and i were on our way to the bcm house. she parked, and i got out of the car. i closed the car door and somehow managed to smash the door on my left thumb. i said "ouch" and looked down and was pretty surprised at the damage. i had successfully managed to crack my thumbnail from top to bottom and take a huge chunk out of the skin. anyways, i went in to the bcm house to get a bandaid and clean the blood off. i was standing at the sink cleaning the blood off with a paper towel when i suddenly felt light headed. i was in the middle of telling rebekah, "i think i need to sit do-" when i passed out.

rebekah tried to catch me on my way down with ken's help, until apparently they managed to get me lying down. i woke up a few seconds or minutes later (i'm not sure how long...i was kinda unconscious) to see people over me saying, "you're gonna be okay", "can you hear me?", and "do you feel nauseated?". i remember dry heaving and then trying to explain that i was fine. i was awkwardly laughing, because i was so embarrassed that i had passed out because i hurt my thumb, and then i passed out again. the thing that i remember most clearly in between fainting spells, however, is my friend clayton praying over me. although i was fine, and it was just my body's ridiculous reaction to pain, it was wonderful to know that someone was praying.

i apparently did something that looked like a seizure (which probably resulted from hyperventilating), and my hands were clenched up when i finally came to again. however, after the EMT's got there and about fifteen minutes, i finally regained some color in my face. i was awkwardly laughing again from embarrassment, and told the EMTs that i was fine and that i didn't need to be driven off to the emergency room. i just needed a few minutes and i'd be fine. they left after a few more minutes, and i went into the meeting and i was fine.

anyways, i tell this ridiculous story for the small detail that doesn't seem to stick out. clayton prayed for me. now granted, i was fine and i wasn't actually having a seizure, but to everyone in the room, that's what it looked like. and interestingly enough, instead of running around looking for someway to help, clayton prayed. and it made me think. why isn't that our first response all of the time? if we believe that the Lord is the ultimate healer, why isn't our first response to pray for illness or emergency, rather than pop some pills or freak out? it was a rather humbling experience for me. as i lay there on the floor of the BCM kitchen, i took in the importance of putting Him first, even in emergencies.