After calling the ambulance, I sat down next to her and patted her leg (that sounds pathetic doesn't it - but I seriously didn't know what else to do) and we began to talk. By this time Ellie and Harri had sidled up and were listening in to the conversation. She told me her name was Asha (sp?) and that she had MS. Her arm and shoulder were in a sling and I asked her if she had fallen previously because of the MS, but she said "no, that was the domestic violence that did that." Ellie piped up then and said "oh, I fall over all the time too, at least six times a day".
By this time Asha had turned a lovely shade of whitish green and was really looking like she was in pain and there was still no sign of the ambulance. I went inside to get a cool cloth to wipe her face and I was just about to come out when Asha said "could you get my Bible on the bench and read me a Psalm while we wait".
I found Psalm 86 and began to read -
Lord, hear me and answer me
I am poor and needy
Keep my life safe. I am faithful to you
You are my God. Save me.
I trust in you.
Lord show me your favour.
I call out to you all day long.
Bring joy to me. Lord I worship you.
Lord you are good. You are forgiving.
You are full of love for all who call out to you.
Lord hear my prayer. Listen to my cry for your favour.
When Asha and the ambulance were gone, we walked home in a very thoughtful mood. I know I will have lots of questions from Ellie and Harri later and I hope I will be able to show them just how much comfort Asha seemed to get from those words. I think we'll have to read the story of The Good Samaritan together as well.