Five Minute Friday: CherishedPosted: January 18, 2013
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Today’s prompt is…
He hates hospitals, more than that he hates needles, and blood, and anything medical or unpleasant.
I lay there almost unconscious from all the drugs yet still in pain. Scared as to what would happen next. Terrified they wouldn’t be able to fix me.
She liked to talk, to fix things, to fill the moments.
I am too weary to listen, not energy to speak, nothing to give to the moments.
He sat next to my bed and held my hand, he soothed and reassured me. He never flinched, winced, or complained as they put needle after needle into me, as they inserted cannulas and central lines, he held my hair as I threw-up – rubbing my back encouraging me to keep fighting, he watched and kept telling me stories to distract me as they passed a tube up my nose and down to my stomach in order to feed me. Despite his own dislikes, fears, desires to run – he stayed- he was there. In all the pain, sickness, confusion – I felt cherished.
She bought me soup, all hot and steaming, to the couch where I was sitting. She sat next to me and held me close, no words passing between us. We stayed like that for an hour, her arm around me,my head resting on her, her breathing soothing my fears, lonely tears running down my cheeks. Willing me with her presence to keep fighting. Her silence lets me know I am cherished.
So it is, when my life seems to be going so horribly wrong, and when it seems God is doing nothing to intervene, but simply sitting beside me holding my hand as I keep going – I must allow him to hold me, and remember, I am cherished. When no words pass between us, his provision remains, and yet he seems so silent – I must rest, and remember, I am cherished.