I’m sitting in a waiting room chair. How many hours have I logged in spaces like this? Every patient walks in with their designated driver. Here I am. I wait.
This is my part, it seems quite small. Should I pray away the hour or rest and read a book? I watch the other couples, guessing which is patient, which is caregiver. I’m usually right…you can tell.
LORD, why do You allow our loved ones to suffer? You could touch them and instantly relieve their pain. Are You doing something more precious in each of these stories? Does Your love show more clearly when we walk through afflictions together?
“I am giving you a new commandment, that you love one another; just as I have loved you, that you also love one another.”
John 13:34, NASB
I watch a mother return to her daughter. Those smiles and sighs I feel. I wait until my loved one walks out without a wheelchair. What? They didn’t do the procedure?
Oh well, let’s go home. I’ll make you some coffee. Today wasn’t meant to be. Sometimes, here, these things won’t make sense. Maybe one day we will know. Or maybe, when we meet Jesus face to face, the “whys?” won’t matter so much.
“Oh, great God, do Your best
Have You seen this place? It’s all a mess
And I’ve done my part, too, well, I ‘fess
Oh great God, do Your best…
…Shine on and give these dead bones life.”
David Crowder
Jesus, help us love one another while it is today.
Shine through these clay vessels and teach us about Your heart.
Teach us to love like You.
