I don’t pay attention to how many people follow this blog, but if you are reading this post today, I humbly ask for your prayers on behalf of my talented friend, Lucinda Berry Hill. We don’t know what the problem is, but we most definitely know WHO the Great Physician is… Amen!
I want to share this bit of writing with you today. I read it and had two thoughts:
(1) This is a long piece, and (2) I must share this even if it’s not in the form of a design.
Please read and pray. Thank you!
MY FIRST NIGHT IN THE HOSPITAL
Lucinda Berry Hill, author of “Coffee with Jesus”& “A Second Cup with Jesus” © 2015
I’m sitting in this hospital bed looking for a pen.
I asked for my phone, some number, and oh yes,
But how could I forget a pen and some paper?
I am a writer, after all!
So I pray.
I pray that God will help my daughter sleep.
That she won’t feel tears in her eyes like I am,
And wonder where they’re coming from.
But that He’ll give her peace and help her sleep.
I pray that my husband will be comforted.
I know being in this hospital must bring back memories
Of the last time he saw his beautiful mother.
I pray for the person out in the hall.
Whoever works a mop at 12:00 at night needs prayers.
How do I know it’s a mop?
I’ve been professional cleaning for over 27 years.
I know a mop when I hear one.
And oh, those trash bags!!!
So, I pray for them.
Maybe they’re paying for college,
Maybe their little ones are home in bed.
Maybe they like the night shift.
Praying for all possibilities out in the hallway.
I hear someone nearby faintly crying.
I pray for their comfort
And the comfort of their loved ones at home.
I pray for my mom, 400 miles away;
I know as a mom now myself, she’s hurting.
I pray for her comfort.
I pray that maybe my night in the hospital
Will reunite some estranged family members.
I wonder what’s going on with me.
Is God gonna make me better than I was when I came in?
Will I have my strength back,
Being able to live a better and more vibrant life than before?
And then I wonder,
If it were my time to go,
(I’m sitting by myself in a hospital bed, of course I’m gonna go there)…
And I say yes!
My daughter is my main concern,
And if I don’t have her covered,
I can rest assured my God does!
She couldn’t be in better hands.
I know she will have a beautiful life.
Maybe not with beautiful things and people,
But with God’s beautiful,
With love, joy, peace and hope!
And then “she” enters;
A pretty young girl coming to draw more blood,
Part of an every 2 hour cycle.
And she asks,
“Do you need anything while I’m here?”
I said, with a giggle, “Do you have a pen?”
She did and said I could keep it.
Good thing, because I had a lot to write about and then
I prayed the Lord would keep her in His hands also.
I did a lot of praying that night
For so many people I didn’t even know;
And when in pain
I sang with Jesus.
Lucinda, this is my favorite writing to date! You are in my prayers, sweet friend! May God richly bless you! ❤