Saturday, April 12, 2014

Saturday, April 12, 2014


Old Testament: Exodus 10:21-11:8
Morning Psalms: Psalms 137:1-6, 144
New Testament: 2 Corinthians 4:13-18
Gospel: Mark 10:46-52
Evening Psalms: Psalms 42, 43


“Blessed be the Lord, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle; my rock and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues the peoples under him. “
Psalms 144: 1-2 (RSV)

I am walking to my car after a long day at work. Slowly my mind is switching gears from work-mode to home-mode. What shall I prepare for dinner? Do I need to stop anywhere on my way home? Did I leave that last load of laundry in the dryer? My phone buzzes with a text message and distracts me from my mental checklist. The message from my husband states that he is in the local emergency room. Suddenly, nothing at home matters, and I am singularly focused on getting to the hospital and overseeing my husband’s care.

Living with chronic illness is similar to fighting a war. You must be ready to go into battle at a moment’s notice. Over the years we have spent a significant amount of time in hospitals. My ‘job’, whether our battle is in the emergency room, the ICU, or a doctor’s office, is to be my husband’s advocate and to gain the knowledge I need to care for him once he is home again. I am thankful that I have a healthcare background, but I have learned medical skills far beyond anything that I was taught in pharmacy school.

The physicians, nurses and other personnel take great care of him during this hospital stay, and after about a week he is ready to recuperate at home. We are hopeful that the next battle won’t be for quite some time. I am thankful that the Lord trained my hands for this war.

Lord, help us to trust that You will provide us with the tools we need to deliver us from our battles. Amen.

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