As She Sits
I know, I have not been exactly where she is at, but...I know!
She lists the things needed to be done so things around her and the apparent tubes and wires and un-responsiveness nags and aches and tells her oh so human head how bad things are.
It Screams in her head! "Help, I can't do anything Help!"
Her husband, her beloved, lays there fighting for his life no less than that of a soldier in Iraq, or Vietnam, or WWII, He Fights. But he isn't awake, he has no weapons, all he has to fight the good fight with is his FAITH, in GOD, his Wife and the doctors.
I ask ...because Mamapolos: concerns and worries overwhelm, the fear can be consuming, the pain of sitting/ not knowing/ futility they take the place of prayer. She can't pray constantly. She will, I bet, forget or postpone eating.
Now in reality, so often she has popped in and scolded me for a negative thought or emotion I have had. Encouraged me, as I KNOW she has FOR SO VERY MANY. It is the gift she has freely shared with us here.
SO PRAY FOR THEM BOTH. IT IS OUR JOB, TASK PLEASURE, RESPONSIBILITY.
More over, that is the way we do it here at EP. We circle the wagons, hold virtual hands, and wait. This is our waiting room. We are here for both of them. I Pray.
I ask you to as well.
It is the weapon We here at EP have to battle the disease. We are not the surgeons, we are not the nurses/family real friends there to hold hands.
Praying is one way for us to battle this disease for her, for him, for any who struggle against this heinous disease! Mostly, we are one of their Lifelines, to GOD and HIS infinite Kindness and healing.