June 4, 2011
Job 12:10 For the life of every living thing is in his hand, and the breath of every human being.
I didn’t want this day to pass without writing down the things that the Lord showed me. I’m no stranger when it comes to watching those I love get sick, suffer and die. I was 12 when my dad died. My grandparents died while I was in my teens and twenties. There’s something wrenching about watching a parent suffer. It’s especially sad to see my mother so ill.
Mom is suffering, there’s no question about it. Last night within a few minutes, I watched the hospital’s monitor as several of her vital sign numbers took a plunge. I watched the lead nurse and assistant start scrambling. This scene is familiar to me since it has been happening frequently since February. Within seconds, the room was filled with the white and blue coats of the Rapid Response Team. They were on a mission to revive my mom. They graciously asked if I wanted to leave the room, but I declined since I’m on this journey with Mom. Instantly, they sprang into action. I’ve never seen more tubes, needles and medical paraphernalia on one bed.
My first instinct would have normally been to panic, but instead my heart turned to the Lord and I prayed: “Oh my God, you know what to do, help!” I didn’t even have a chance to feel the adrenalin rush because God was on the case instantly as I called my brother, and sent texts to my daughter and sister, who were close by. I had this calmness and peace that isn’t even describable (John 14:27). The team revived my mom and she was transferred to the hospital’s intensive care unit.
I write this message to remind myself that our lives are in God’s mighty and loving hands. When there are no easy answers…when there are many questions…I know that I can count on God. He leads my mom’s Rapid Response Team! She is in his hands! And, what a wonderful place to be!
To God be the glory!
Job 12:10 For the life of every living thing is in his hand, and the breath of every human being.
I didn’t want this day to pass without writing down the things that the Lord showed me. I’m no stranger when it comes to watching those I love get sick, suffer and die. I was 12 when my dad died. My grandparents died while I was in my teens and twenties. There’s something wrenching about watching a parent suffer. It’s especially sad to see my mother so ill.
Mom is suffering, there’s no question about it. Last night within a few minutes, I watched the hospital’s monitor as several of her vital sign numbers took a plunge. I watched the lead nurse and assistant start scrambling. This scene is familiar to me since it has been happening frequently since February. Within seconds, the room was filled with the white and blue coats of the Rapid Response Team. They were on a mission to revive my mom. They graciously asked if I wanted to leave the room, but I declined since I’m on this journey with Mom. Instantly, they sprang into action. I’ve never seen more tubes, needles and medical paraphernalia on one bed.
My first instinct would have normally been to panic, but instead my heart turned to the Lord and I prayed: “Oh my God, you know what to do, help!” I didn’t even have a chance to feel the adrenalin rush because God was on the case instantly as I called my brother, and sent texts to my daughter and sister, who were close by. I had this calmness and peace that isn’t even describable (John 14:27). The team revived my mom and she was transferred to the hospital’s intensive care unit.
I write this message to remind myself that our lives are in God’s mighty and loving hands. When there are no easy answers…when there are many questions…I know that I can count on God. He leads my mom’s Rapid Response Team! She is in his hands! And, what a wonderful place to be!
To God be the glory!
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