Okay, I hate having my blood drawn. I don't mind needles, but I hate blood. Bleh. *shudder* So I'm getting my blood drawn this week and I'm waiting in the waiting room and I keep seeing this phlebotomist come out to the desk area to do paperwork and such. And he's creepy and he's the leering type and I just pray, "Please Lord, please! Don't give me that guy!"
And God took it a step further when He answered my prayer (with an "Okay beloved Rachel, I won't"): He gave me a phlebotomist who had such bad endometriosis at one point in her life that she had to quit her job. Then she had surgery and now she is better.
God was kind to give me that.
What?! That's the coolest!
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