Dad is in the hospital …….. again.
It’s always serious if you are admitted to the hospital but this time it just seemed to be harder.
Hospitals are busy and loud. So many sick people and no one is more important than your person.
The ER was slap full.
If you aren’t from my English class, slap means ridiculous. People everywhere. In the halls, in the rooms, standing, sitting and all the places in between.
Dad laid in the ER for 26 hours. In the hall.
Now my person is no more sick or important than other people’s persons but I don’t want my person to be in the hall sick for 2 hours, let alone 26.
Long story short. He’s in a room. It’s been a rough week but things are looking up and hopefully he’s coming home soon. He’s got chairs to paint for goodness sake.
This morning I was picking up around the house and I found a few books I wanted to give to Mom.
I gathered them up and walked through the shared door into Mom and Dads place.
I always know that there is Bible reading going on every morning.
I am nosey.
Oh my word! Dads in the hospital and she’s reading Job. Job went through some super bad stuff. Why Job?
Well highlighted in her Bible was Job 5:9.
And it says “He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed, miracles that cannot be counted.”
Miracles that cannot be counted. Too many to count? Wow!
Do you believe it?
People are hurting. My friends are hurting.
So many are bleeding. Bleeding from hurtful words. Bleeding from lies and distrust. Bleeding from loneliness and bitterness. Bleeding from their own self loathing. Torment and torture. My heart breaks.
Here’s a reminder.
Job 5:9 “He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed, miracles that cannot be counted.”
People are facing trials. They are going up against unmeasurable odds. There are uncertainties and questions. Why me? Why you?
Moms words “everyone has stuff.”
Not tangible stuff
She’s got Dad.
Dads got Mom
My job title is takin care of old people and babies.
We’ve all got stuff.
It’s really easy to get wrapped up in our stuff. It completely consumes our life sometimes.
Don’t forget to look outside your box and see the hurt around you. Someone might need to hear Job 5:9.
Just for kicks x 3, it says “He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed, miracles that cannot be counted.”