Hour 30 at Riverside Methodist Hospital. First week at the new job and I miss my second day. Probably going to miss part if not all of my third too.
being in a hospital for two nights is weird. Getting an MRI is crazy. I'm pretty sick of this stuff. I just want to start my new job. I just want to be free. I've had an iv stuck in my arm for 30 hours now and it's creeping me out. I have to try to keep my mind off of the idea of something stuck in my arm constantly.
Rich, the 61 year old musician, my roommate was released so it's just me sitting in the room alone. Bea had to work tonight or else she would be by my side for another night. It's overwhelming to me that she stayed with me for over 20 hours. She is such a blessing. I feel like the richest man in the world. She wrote me a note on my hand when I feel asleep. She brought me breakfast. She read some of the bible with me. She sat and watched Les Miserables with me. She brought me 25 fingers from canes and a giant sweet tea. How do You repay someone for that? How do You express gratitude for that? She said she would be here in the morning too.
I've been thinking about Les Miserables. How the slaves of this world long for freedom. How the oppressed long for liberty. I think about the legalistic who cannot accept grace even after receiving it. The world is so broken and I want Your kingdom so badly. I don't understand how You could possibly resist interfering with us and restoring all things now. But I trust Your timing. I know You are good.
What is wrong with men? We can be heroes we can be monsters. Our hands can heal our hand can wound. We are called to a certain standard. A certain level of self control and selflessness. We always fall short. our strength and power is suppose to be used to save the widows and orphans but again and again it seems we only perpetuate the oppression. For every Boaz there seems to be a hundred Amnons in this world. We as men need to show God's love better. We need to show how strength is used to break chains not bind them. Strength is used to build and fix not wreck and destroy. As I lay in this bed and I see woman after woman nurse caring, and working, and serving I am ashamed of my gender. Where are the male nurses? Where are the men who are willing to clean a bed pan? Where are the men who are willing to work from 7pm to 7am? Where are the men who care for children? Where are the men who serve? I know there are some but again for every Boaz there are hundreds of Amnons. We need more of Your kingdom. Make me more like You. Teach me the way of mercy not sacrifice.
I Dreamed A Dream - Les Misérables
being in a hospital for two nights is weird. Getting an MRI is crazy. I'm pretty sick of this stuff. I just want to start my new job. I just want to be free. I've had an iv stuck in my arm for 30 hours now and it's creeping me out. I have to try to keep my mind off of the idea of something stuck in my arm constantly.
Rich, the 61 year old musician, my roommate was released so it's just me sitting in the room alone. Bea had to work tonight or else she would be by my side for another night. It's overwhelming to me that she stayed with me for over 20 hours. She is such a blessing. I feel like the richest man in the world. She wrote me a note on my hand when I feel asleep. She brought me breakfast. She read some of the bible with me. She sat and watched Les Miserables with me. She brought me 25 fingers from canes and a giant sweet tea. How do You repay someone for that? How do You express gratitude for that? She said she would be here in the morning too.
I've been thinking about Les Miserables. How the slaves of this world long for freedom. How the oppressed long for liberty. I think about the legalistic who cannot accept grace even after receiving it. The world is so broken and I want Your kingdom so badly. I don't understand how You could possibly resist interfering with us and restoring all things now. But I trust Your timing. I know You are good.
What is wrong with men? We can be heroes we can be monsters. Our hands can heal our hand can wound. We are called to a certain standard. A certain level of self control and selflessness. We always fall short. our strength and power is suppose to be used to save the widows and orphans but again and again it seems we only perpetuate the oppression. For every Boaz there seems to be a hundred Amnons in this world. We as men need to show God's love better. We need to show how strength is used to break chains not bind them. Strength is used to build and fix not wreck and destroy. As I lay in this bed and I see woman after woman nurse caring, and working, and serving I am ashamed of my gender. Where are the male nurses? Where are the men who are willing to clean a bed pan? Where are the men who are willing to work from 7pm to 7am? Where are the men who care for children? Where are the men who serve? I know there are some but again for every Boaz there are hundreds of Amnons. We need more of Your kingdom. Make me more like You. Teach me the way of mercy not sacrifice.
I Dreamed A Dream - Les Misérables