a little reflection

i was at Hopkins yesterday

i had the privilege of being with my friend 

while she waited for her husband to endure another brain surgery

every time i walk into that place, 

it breaks me a little

i had hard time sleeping as faces kept coming to mind

of course i was thinking about matt, in severe pain

of the beautiful family waiting for news on why their wife/mom/sister/aunt

had become unresponsive after seeming to be recovering

of the mom, who i casually asked while in line for coffee if she'd had a long day

she looked at me for a second, like you have no idea, then said yes

a minute later she turned to me and said, "today they told me my son is going to die,

and tomorrow they're going to tell me how he'll die"

and so i prayed for dan last night, probably about my age

and the other faces that came to mind

reminders that paradise cannot be found here on earth are welcome

although not comfortable

 

it's a little (big) community there

and the Lord knew what He was doing 

when He put helen there

a sister in suffering to those she meets

but more importantly, she carries the message of HOPE

"How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!"

your life brings honor to Him, friend