Hospital

We had to admit my Mom to the hospital Wednesday night. She had taken a bad tumble out of bed, and she is currently on a trauma floor. I am sitting here with my sister in the hospital room watching my Mom hold a marker in one hand and a coloring page in the other. And she hasn’t a clue what to do with them.

Mom was an artist of sorts. She loved to sketch and color. And she was good at it. To watch her stare at the page without a clue as to the nature of the implements in her hand was very hard indeed.  And, yes, I cried...I left the room so she didn’t see me, but I cried... 

After going through this journey with Mom, I  have come to believe the greatest treasure one person can give another (besides sharing Jesus with them) is the gift of a listening ear. A shoulder to cry on, a calm and steady presence, a voice saying, “I’m here”...these small gestures go a long way in comforting the black void of despair that threatens to overtake the despondent and the hurting. It is priceless, that gift. And It is my absolute belief that God created us to be creatures of community, born to interact and comfort our fellow man. The New Testament admonishes is to love God and love our neighbor. Part of that loving is listening...

Just my rambling thoughts on a Saturday afternoon at the hospital...May God bless you! 

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