The heart monitor by the bedside is beeping and keeping rhythm. It reassures that life is still here, still being lived.
How many surgeries has it been? Is this the fifth or sixth? A close relative I know has had over twenty, which I can barely imagine. And then, one week later, and I’m in another hospital, at another bedside, a completely different set of circumstances but another heart monitor, another intensive care room visit.
The cries go up to God. “Help, Lord!” “Heal, restore complete health!” “Please take away the pain!”
It’s clear that we need help. (more…)