I spent several hours in the hospital today. Although I have gone through a fairly minor surgery on my sinuses, persistent nausea and vomiting has depleted me and caused a certain degree of self-pity. Today, I looked around and saw so many suffering people in the same room with me. I saw the emaciated faces of bald women who stared blankly ahead. I witnessed the stooped posture of a trembling man as he was pushed in a wheelchair. Some people would lean together into the close warmth and familiarity provided by their family members. Some seemed to be completely alone.
I hate to admit it, but I am a coward in so many ways. I don’t like to get on the phone and make calls. I’m afraid of many things associated with mingling in social settings. I’m afraid of being seen in public when I’m in a bad mood. I’m afraid of getting old and losing my mind. Maybe it’s already begun!
Edith Corse Evans will forever be remembered as one who gave up her seat on a Titanic life-raft for a young mother. It has caused me to seriously think about my true convictions and in what I tend to trust.
I’m not usually frightened at football games. In fact most of the time, if I am actually seated in the bleachers, I spend hours looking at people, the dancers, and the cheerleaders.
As the mother of five, you may not believe that I went through years of infertility pain. I did and truly understand that agony if you are experiencing this now. Be encouraged and comforted to find that other women have suffered as you.
When the most intimate and vital of all human relationships experiences disfunction, the pain can be unbearable. The good news is that marriage is important to God, the Shepherd of the sheep, and He can heal the most terminally afflicted union.