Please, God, just let us stay at home tonight, I kept praying. Matthew went to bed at 8 o’clock, looking feverish and limping into bed. A two-week-old gash on his leg changed from a sore that looked like it was healing, to an angry, swollen, sore leg. Infection was swiftly making its home in his blood, taking up residence where it has no right to belong. So, here we sit in Hallway Bed A. Emergencies all around us, requiring us to take a hallway bed.
Thank you, Lord for his leg. In a different century, that might not be.
We see how frail our bodies are. How quickly a small trip up can lead to more serious consequences. It was just a wooden box. It was just a little wound. How can it wreak such havoc? One thing leads to another.
We see people we know. A friend of theirs rushed here by ambulance because of an overdose. One choice ravages a life. One thing leads to another.
The red creeps past the black marker.
It’s been awhile now. Antibiotics are surging into his bloodstream. Picking a fight with the nasty bad guys we can’t see. The red stops creeping.
Fear collides with peace. We will keep our eyes on You.
Going home for the rest of the night. We’ve had fun on our ER date. It’s been awhile since we had one of those. Prayers all over the globe were answered on our behalf in a lavished-on grace-full way. Home tonight. We eat popcorn in our bed, fully aware that God is good.
We will keep our eyes on You.