I was quite sure of what I was going to write last Friday after my grandfather had passed away earlier last week. I was going to write about families, loss, and how sad it is that quite often a death in the family tears the family farther apart rather than bring everyone closer together. Then I went to the funeral on Friday…
So, then I was sure I was going to write about something that the preacher had said … that God doesn’t often tap us on the shoulder and give us the opportunity to get our heart straight with Jesus before time runs out – but he did with my granddad – he had given his heart to Jesus just 2 weeks before he went in the hospital. I was going to talk about the man in the Bible who had paid his workers that had worked from sun-up to sun-down the same wage that he paid the workers that had worked only 2 hours – and how that just didn’t seem fair. And how that although many of us try very hard to do what Jesus wants us to do every day of our life – we get the same ‘wage’ that my granddad gets – even though he probably did everything except what Jesus wanted up until a few months ago.
So … then mom and I did our normal routine of yard saling on Saturday morning – and around lunchtime, I ended up taking mom to MCV because of difficulty breathing and pain in her back. So, as we were sitting there … waiting … and waiting … from 12:30 until 11:00 Saturday night when she was transferred to a room – I thought I’d write about some of the things that I had seen that day. That although the ER didn’t seem terribly busy or that the staff was in much of a hurry to do anything – when they needed to … when a man stopped breathing – they were on it in a flash – no holds barred, no hesitation – and then shortly after – everything fell back into the lull of a routine. I thought about this boy – who couldn’t have been more much older than Morgan – lying on a stretcher all alone with a neck brace and what looked to be 2 broken legs – and the social worker telling him that they were still working on finding his grandparents – whom he lived with.
So, after 12 hours in the ER at MCV – I thought sure I had enough things to say to write a book. I woke up Sunday morning – and wouldn’t miss Christie preaching for the world – so I thought I’d sneak in to the early service and then go to the hospital to see mom. If you didn’t hear Christie’s story … you have to. The pain, the heartache, and the enormous faith that came through her stories was incredible. One of her stories being about a young boy she had treated at MCV – and as she talked – I thought about that ‘little’ boy that I had seen on the stretcher the day before – how he was all alone and scared … and the little boy that Christie talked about – his mother by his side – with enough faith to change the lives of the people she came in contact with.
So … then I went to the hospital to see mom – doing the same – bit still no idea why 3 days ago she could walk, say from the Sanctuary to my car in the circle lot out front – but now, she couldn’t make it 10 steps. As we were talking, Morgan’s dad came in with his wife and Morgan. We found out that Morgan’s step-sister had a baby earlier in the week – precious little girl named Brooklyn. She was 4 pounds, 9 ounces. Now, before you ask how early she was … she wasn’t. At a mere 24 hours of age, little Brooklyn was admitted to the neo-natal intensive care unit for heroin withdrawals.
Now … here I am at work on Monday morning – thankful for the routine papers sitting on my desk. When I put my fingers on the keyboard, I had no idea what I was going to write. So – I’ll just leave you with this. If there is someone in your life that is important to you … tell them. If there is something in your life that you value … take care of it. If there is something you need to forgive … do it. If there is something you need to be forgiven for … ask it. Then put your knees on the floor and thank God that although ‘no eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind conceived what God has prepared for those who love him’ … we do have eyes to see, ears to hear and minds to know that God is here with us every day – and we should be on our knees thanking Him for that.
So, then I was sure I was going to write about something that the preacher had said … that God doesn’t often tap us on the shoulder and give us the opportunity to get our heart straight with Jesus before time runs out – but he did with my granddad – he had given his heart to Jesus just 2 weeks before he went in the hospital. I was going to talk about the man in the Bible who had paid his workers that had worked from sun-up to sun-down the same wage that he paid the workers that had worked only 2 hours – and how that just didn’t seem fair. And how that although many of us try very hard to do what Jesus wants us to do every day of our life – we get the same ‘wage’ that my granddad gets – even though he probably did everything except what Jesus wanted up until a few months ago.
So … then mom and I did our normal routine of yard saling on Saturday morning – and around lunchtime, I ended up taking mom to MCV because of difficulty breathing and pain in her back. So, as we were sitting there … waiting … and waiting … from 12:30 until 11:00 Saturday night when she was transferred to a room – I thought I’d write about some of the things that I had seen that day. That although the ER didn’t seem terribly busy or that the staff was in much of a hurry to do anything – when they needed to … when a man stopped breathing – they were on it in a flash – no holds barred, no hesitation – and then shortly after – everything fell back into the lull of a routine. I thought about this boy – who couldn’t have been more much older than Morgan – lying on a stretcher all alone with a neck brace and what looked to be 2 broken legs – and the social worker telling him that they were still working on finding his grandparents – whom he lived with.
So, after 12 hours in the ER at MCV – I thought sure I had enough things to say to write a book. I woke up Sunday morning – and wouldn’t miss Christie preaching for the world – so I thought I’d sneak in to the early service and then go to the hospital to see mom. If you didn’t hear Christie’s story … you have to. The pain, the heartache, and the enormous faith that came through her stories was incredible. One of her stories being about a young boy she had treated at MCV – and as she talked – I thought about that ‘little’ boy that I had seen on the stretcher the day before – how he was all alone and scared … and the little boy that Christie talked about – his mother by his side – with enough faith to change the lives of the people she came in contact with.
So … then I went to the hospital to see mom – doing the same – bit still no idea why 3 days ago she could walk, say from the Sanctuary to my car in the circle lot out front – but now, she couldn’t make it 10 steps. As we were talking, Morgan’s dad came in with his wife and Morgan. We found out that Morgan’s step-sister had a baby earlier in the week – precious little girl named Brooklyn. She was 4 pounds, 9 ounces. Now, before you ask how early she was … she wasn’t. At a mere 24 hours of age, little Brooklyn was admitted to the neo-natal intensive care unit for heroin withdrawals.
Now … here I am at work on Monday morning – thankful for the routine papers sitting on my desk. When I put my fingers on the keyboard, I had no idea what I was going to write. So – I’ll just leave you with this. If there is someone in your life that is important to you … tell them. If there is something in your life that you value … take care of it. If there is something you need to forgive … do it. If there is something you need to be forgiven for … ask it. Then put your knees on the floor and thank God that although ‘no eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind conceived what God has prepared for those who love him’ … we do have eyes to see, ears to hear and minds to know that God is here with us every day – and we should be on our knees thanking Him for that.
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Dear Michelle,Your words touched my heart.I'm so sorry to hear about your Mom and Grandfather.Life on this earth seems too short but knowing our loveones are with God is a great comfort.
I will get on my knees tonight and Pray for your Mom.Please send her my love,and please let me know if I can do anything to help.I love and miss you all,Cindi
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