My sister is desperately ill in the hospital. She had an appendectomy and then complication after complication–3 surgeries in 2 weeks. Days crawl, filled with suffering.
She is my sister because our parents married each other. In the beginning, there were 6 of us: some yours, some mine, none ours. We struggled and we didn’t always like each other. There was ugliness.
Then one of us gave up on life and pulled a trigger. Now there are 5 of us. The way I see it, the 5 of us need to stick together. We’re all we’ve got.
So we do, and I’m proud of us. I love my sister. I hurt because she’s hurting. We’re family.
But the rule is to give thanks in everything, and Lord help me, I don’t want to break the rules. More specifically, I don’t want to break the heart of my First Love. So, I practice. And I work hard to see the good. Even in this, what do I have to be thankful for?
Well, for starters, #493 – #498 on the list:
- Shiny new Podunk hospitals, with people cleaning and polishing in every corner.
- Caring doctors who are both staff and friends.
- Nurses. (Period.)
- That God restores the years the locusts have eaten.
- Family, however blended.
And these beautiful words, for when life hurts, and you don’t understand, and it goes on and on, and you’ve gone to a terrifying place:
Be strong and of good courage; do not be afraid, nor be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you, wherever you go.
(Joshua 1:9, NKJV)
Even in Podunk hospitals. Hang in there, Sister.