She just hurts. That’s her situation. She just hurts and her pain comes out in gasps and groans. She’s looking for someone to help her with it…to carry some of its weight. She says over and over…”I hurt. Help me. I need you.” He just sits there listening. It’s not in his nature to just sit there. His nature is to fix things…to solve problems. But long nights have shown him that, for all his willingness, there is no fixing this. He’s not even sure she knows he’s there. She hasn’t called him by his name for a long time. “What do you need, Hon?” He’s long passed asking that question. There’s no sign that she knows him or what she needs. He’s tried to sing to her. He’s heard stories about old songs…favorite songs…somehow breaking through. But when he sings it seems to agitate her…make her worse. He’s touched and rubbed and prayed to make the pain go away…or just to distract her from it. He just gave her a pill. He can’t give her another for hours. It’s against his nature not to do something but there’s nothing to do. So he sits and listens and thinks. It’s a journey. She’s lying there and he’s sitting there but time pushes them forward. They’re not really stuck. There’s a divine purpose playing out. She’s making her kick at the end of her race. She’s leaned forward to break the tape and win. Everything she is and has is in these final few yards of running. And he’s somewhere in his own race. Maybe he’s in those moments of agony before he discovers he has a second wind…a will to go on that he really hasn’t realized yet. In that little room of suffering nothing seems to change…but the truth is everything is changing. They can’t see it now but one more step…a few more moments of hard time… “For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.” Paul
Posted on: Mon, 15 Dec 2014 15:25:38 +0000
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