The beeping of the life-monitoring machines have become a commonplace background noise. The high-pitched whir of the ventilator somehow comforting in its constancy.
There is life still here.
The weightiness of heartbreak of families entwines with worry, hope, and prayers as I do my job around equipment on these critically ill patients in the ICU.
I wonder at what God is doing, for I have no doubt He has a plan. He is present.
My spirit many days is despondent as I return home, carrying their cares and becoming sorrowful for the loss that is touching so many people.
Footprints that have marched across my heart remain. They tenderize it.
The Bible says the day of death is better than the day of one’s birth and that it is better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of feasting; for that is the end of all men; and the living will lay it to his heart. And by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better.
I delved into these scriptures recently, searching… searching for answers.
Yet, I found only one that assuaged the pain and made me sigh in relief.
He is the answer and the triumph over death.
“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.” (John 3:16)
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.” (Revelation 21:4)
For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. For in this we groan, earnestly desiring to be clothed upon with our house which is from heaven. (1 Cor 5:1-2)
I still tear up when I look into the eyes of a daughter or wife who is faced with the loss of their most precious family member. I gently wipe my patient’s head with warm water, praying silently for their healing.
The heartbroken surround me. The tragedy sometimes overwhelming.
No matter the age, race, echelon of society…we will all face these moments.
I’m so sorry.
I only have one answer. And it’s the very best I have. The very best given by God. His only Son. Jesus.
Until its my time, I will be His hands and feet. I’ll try to comfort, pray, take the very best care, and carry you and your loved one in my heart until …