My adrenaline is up and my mind is wide awake.
Neverthless, I’m feeling a bit under the weather after all the excitement over the last few days and the interviews I had tonight. I also managed to get myself drenched in the rain walking back to the hospital this rainy evening.
One is greatly humbled when faced with such stories of resilience and grace.
Consider the mother who will do anything and everything to keep a child with a rare disorder alive. You marvel at her courage as she draws from her own pain to help other mothers walk the same journey. You become mesmerized by the strength shown by a mother who has three children all born with the same disorder, now parenting all by herself. You see Jesus in their eyes and the hand of God at work in each and every one of them.
You marvel at the humor shown by a fireman who has miraculously survived being hit by a 35000 kilowatt live wire while answering the call of duty. He has no bitterness nor rancor, only a stromg desire to live for his family and draw attention to the plight of fellow warriors like himself. Who toil and risk life and limb under such dire working conditions. You are amazed by his mother who seems unfazed by the ordeal that her son has been through. Her faith keeps her steady. Yes, she will admit to many shaky moments but she had always known in her heart that God would see him through. Motherhood is a never ending responsibility, no matter if the child is three or thirty.
These are the stories I came face to face in the hospital tonight. It was like living through my own personal episode of “Grey’s Anatomy”, only better.
These are stories that I need to put down on paper. Lord help me to give justice to their extraordinary and inspiring lives so that others may be moved by their stories of hope and faith and in the process, come to know you even better.
Tonight I think about my friend D, and her three kids, now back home without husband and dad. The saddest night after a death in a family is always the evening after the funeral when you finally return back home to a house that will never again know the laughter of the one who has gone. Things will never be the same again and the loss hits you with full force. It is a mind-boggling, body numbing sort of pain. In time you need to create the “new normal” so that you can move on. Only God can see you through something as great as that.
I have a rush, something I haven’t felt in a long while and I am grateful to God for allowing this feeling to return. Thank you for the stories Lord. Guide my hands so that your glory may be made manifest through my words. And keep all these people that I have met tonight, safe. Cover them with your unconditional love and protection. I saw you many times tonight through their life stories and I am blessed.
