Nov 262021
 
The blue sky view out the window

Friday, November 26, 2021

I’m sitting in the hospital with Tammy, the sound of the ventilator clicking away like a slow second hand on a clock.  It’s hounding me with Time’s relentless push through another painful day.  I stare out the window at the blue sky and ponder the reality of a day lost. What a lousy way to spend what looks to be a perfect day.  A day that could have been spent walking and holding hands under the blue sky, or talking with family, or enjoying a meal and a TV show.  Maybe popcorn and Hogan’s Heroes while we lay in bed and wind down the end of the day.

Instead, we are in the hospital.  I’m waiting, watching, praying and trying to muster faith.  She, hopefully, mercifully, is sleeping and won’t even remember these days.  But as soon as I thought of these days as wasted and lost for us, I heard a familiar voice inside my head.  God can give me back these days ten-fold or more.  I know it’s true. Maybe these days in the hospital are like seeds.  Days spent here will reap many days later.  For every day we spend here, perhaps we will get 100 more added to the number of our days. Wouldn’t that be just like God?  

The doctors, nurses, and hospital workers are all a part of this day too.  So who knows, maybe the intersection of our days spent in the hospital with their lives here may be something of eternal value.  Then it would certainly not be days wasted.  It would be days invested in order to reap eternal rewards.

Any day that is spent in the center of God’s will cannot be a day wasted.

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