Still learning
It is the day before my last day here at Lifeline. I went to MDA to do a few visits, and still learn something new everyday. Let me share a couple of things that happened:
I was reminded of the mortality and realness of the diseases that are alive there at MDA. I have walked by the vending machines and even in the elevator, and looked down to see balls of hair. Any other place, you would be disgusted, or question as to why it's there. But I looked down, and thought that someone is really in pain. Not because of their looks or the disease, but the total wall that has been thrown into their lives, that is trying to be knocked down, in order to move forward at all. Disrupted is the perfect word. But some others I have come to hate are:
Uprooted, abnormal, unwanted, undesirable, ugly, different, small, invaluable, property, results, tests, visits, rounds, gloves and mask, isolation. Christ set forth an excellent picture, when he reached out to touch the leper, before healing him. To love him as he was, all adjectives you could think of, and more. He loved him to the point of healing. That is powerful.
I was walking across the street towards Texas Childrens and heard the sound of the helicopter above me. Hovering the tops of the buildings. I was drawn to the sound, and just wanted to find it, and see it and watch it. But as I noticed a girl and her daddy watching as well, the yellow chopper flew overhead in plain sight, and off in the distance. Emotions came over me that I have not felt before. Realizing this means of transportation, and fascination, just delivered someone that was so ill or in so much need of medical help, that it would not be quick enough to bring them via ambulance. And just like the girl, there may be some family member wondering where their loved one has been taken. Who has them now? Will they be ok? Who will take care of them? Will they come back? A moment in time just stopped. There could have been a parade down the street and I would have missed it. But I walked on.
I went to the lobby to find the floor of this girl. As she spoke out the floor number, it was 4th floor.... I interrupted, is that the NICU... oh no... And she proceeded with the details.
It sure is tough revisiting those things in the past. I don't like being there. I don't like thinking about those moments and the pain and the distress and loss. But as I stood there, looking out the same window I did when I called my friend Joe to tell him of the news, I acknowledged God and His faithfulness. Yes, even in those times, God was there. Just as He is there for the babies laying on the same floor. Just as he is with the families in the waiting rooms, driving back and forth from their jobs, spending as much time at home with the other kids, and being back at the NICU with their sick child. Hoping the nurses know what they are doing. Trusting in good education with the life of their child. But God is faithful. He is with us. Do not be afraid.
Some things I learned my last day of visits. I'm going to miss these awful times of education.
I was reminded of the mortality and realness of the diseases that are alive there at MDA. I have walked by the vending machines and even in the elevator, and looked down to see balls of hair. Any other place, you would be disgusted, or question as to why it's there. But I looked down, and thought that someone is really in pain. Not because of their looks or the disease, but the total wall that has been thrown into their lives, that is trying to be knocked down, in order to move forward at all. Disrupted is the perfect word. But some others I have come to hate are:
Uprooted, abnormal, unwanted, undesirable, ugly, different, small, invaluable, property, results, tests, visits, rounds, gloves and mask, isolation. Christ set forth an excellent picture, when he reached out to touch the leper, before healing him. To love him as he was, all adjectives you could think of, and more. He loved him to the point of healing. That is powerful.
I was walking across the street towards Texas Childrens and heard the sound of the helicopter above me. Hovering the tops of the buildings. I was drawn to the sound, and just wanted to find it, and see it and watch it. But as I noticed a girl and her daddy watching as well, the yellow chopper flew overhead in plain sight, and off in the distance. Emotions came over me that I have not felt before. Realizing this means of transportation, and fascination, just delivered someone that was so ill or in so much need of medical help, that it would not be quick enough to bring them via ambulance. And just like the girl, there may be some family member wondering where their loved one has been taken. Who has them now? Will they be ok? Who will take care of them? Will they come back? A moment in time just stopped. There could have been a parade down the street and I would have missed it. But I walked on.
I went to the lobby to find the floor of this girl. As she spoke out the floor number, it was 4th floor.... I interrupted, is that the NICU... oh no... And she proceeded with the details.
It sure is tough revisiting those things in the past. I don't like being there. I don't like thinking about those moments and the pain and the distress and loss. But as I stood there, looking out the same window I did when I called my friend Joe to tell him of the news, I acknowledged God and His faithfulness. Yes, even in those times, God was there. Just as He is there for the babies laying on the same floor. Just as he is with the families in the waiting rooms, driving back and forth from their jobs, spending as much time at home with the other kids, and being back at the NICU with their sick child. Hoping the nurses know what they are doing. Trusting in good education with the life of their child. But God is faithful. He is with us. Do not be afraid.
Some things I learned my last day of visits. I'm going to miss these awful times of education.
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