Home At Last
I have a young niece that I’m really close to, much more so than any of my other nieces and nephews. I’ve helped to take care of her to one extent or another over the years and we’re very fond of each other. She’s been sick for several weeks and wound up being admitted to the hospital earlier this week. She was there for a few days and was released yesterday. I can’t describe how difficult it was for me to see her in the hospital, waiting for a diagnosis that never really came while having to endure the IV’s and all of the hospital “stuff”. I remembered how extremely unpleasant it was for me to stay in the hospital (1 ½ months) and it bothered me a little to think that she was going through some of the same things. I’ve never thought of her as being able to become this sick. She’s just always been…OK.
It’s weird how we tend to neglect having a thankful spirit until things change and someone is in jeopardy. We never really consider the possibilities of harmful things in this life until they occur. This kid was sick with something that the medical people, one and all, could not fully diagnose. I think that as adults we sometimes allow some of the worst things to run through our minds when children are suffering, and that’s no way to think. The stronger part of me knew that the Lord would watch over my niece and get her back home soon enough.
I never thought about the possibility of any serious harm in my own life until the motorcycle accident, but now life seems so fragile to me. I move throughout each day differently. I’m more careful with all that I do physically, and I consider the consequences of each action. At certain times the pain, fatigue, and lightheaded feelings seem to overwhelm me a bit.This accident has changed the way that I think and live. I truly don’t see it as an issue of faith. I know that God is able to sustain me within each day of my life. It’s more of a case where reality slaps you in the face and you’re stuck dealing with the sting. As a Christian I’ll be home soon enough I guess.
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