It's almost 2:30 in the morning as I sit beside my wife's bed in the ER at our local hospital. Down the hall I hear the screams of a young child which tear at my heart. I would love to have the power to bring peace to that poor young person -- but, alas, I'm powerless to do so.
A short time ago outside our room I heard people discussing [what I think] was somebody's gunshot wound. I wonder what happened, yet so have an idea.
I am reminded here at our local hospital of the awful condition of humanity in this fallen world and how God never wanted this for us. I think of all of this as I try to keep a perspective on things and try not to succomb to worry about my poor life partner who I love so deeply. I know, no matter what happens, that God is in control, loves us and has a plan for good. His grace is sufficient.
Sadly, recent years have seen many trips to the hospital for different reasons. I suppose it might be easy to fall into the "poor mes" around this, but then I think of the rest of humanity and the trials most of us endure while here for our short time.
I think of a co-worker whose wife is an invalid and who undoubtedly takes much time, effort and patience to care for. Yet, every time I see him, he seems to wear a smile and maintain a cheerful attitude. I think of the man who was my boss for several years who battled and suffered with cancer twice before dying at the young age of 49. He left behind a lovely wife and young son of 14. Nearby His parents carry on into their 80's -- both heavy smokers. I wonder why him and not them? Not that I wish them ill, but it would be easier to understand them having a serious disease such as cancer rather than him. Yet, their pain is undoubtedly worse, as they live with losing both of their sons. Perhaps losing a battle with cancer was less painful in the long run. Only God knows the answer to that one.
The night wears on. I wait and think. I pray. The sun will rise in a couple of hours and create a new day. What it brings is up to God. I'm okay with that.