As I pace the halls of this hospital the gravity and importance of each and every day weighs heavy upon me. Just a few days ago I was a quarter mile away with Josh and Samantha. They stare death in the face every single day. My heart aches for them, for the trials that only seem to worsen, for the precious seconds and hours and days that they must helplessly watch pass by.
But then my throat tightens and my stomach twists as the gravity of Sam's words punch me in the gut:
"God chose me"
You mean to tell me you are dying of a rare cancer at the age of 21 and you are joyful because 'God chose you'?!?!
Well I can't say that I understand that feeling, or will ever have the measure of strength I saw displayed by Josh and Sam. But I believe they have learned a lesson I am only beginning to learn.
That life is a gift.
That each day is precious.
I'm ready for your first day little one.
I keep opening my Bible looking for some magnificent prayer or words of comfort.
But in this moment,as I hear the code blue announcement, I am reduced to nothing more than this simple prayer: "Your will be done Lord. Please, please dear God, protect my family. And now I turn it over to you. It was in your hands to begin with."
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