The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise. Psalm 51:17
I am still recuperating after a serious bout with heart failure.
While admitted to the hospital this past weekend, Hurricane Harvey had landed and had begun to take a toiled on Texas. The news was constantly keeping viewers abreast of the devastation that this storm was causing and of the lives that would forever be changed.
While lying in my hospital bed, there was quite a deal of commotion taking place inside my room with an uncooperative older patient making constant demands of the medical team who was treating her.
Trying my best not to focus on the pain and discomfit I was enduring, and the complaining roommate, I turned on the television to keep myself occupied with other matters in life besides my own personal health issues. It was also a great time to pray for others.
The entire time in the hospital my thoughts and conversation was with God. Now, I was not questioning God at all. It was just my reflecting on the many promises He has kept concerning my life and the scriptures that are embedded in my heart.
By the third day in the hospital the news of the flooding in Texas was reaching its peak. Lives were now being saved through the efforts of brave neighbors, strangers and first responders. A call for volunteers and aid were asked of those able to donate.
As the hours passed by slowly, that still quiet voice was making me more aware of how all of us, no matter where we live, are vulnerable to God’s created nature.
While the storm was leaving broken lives, so was the demanding tongue and heart of my roommate. She was in grave pain and had caused a few of the hospital staff to ignore her constant ringing for assistance.
My roomate actually was living in brokeness.
I knew that this woman had a bitterness of the heart but only God can redeem and heal her sickness.
By the beginning of this week, my complaining roommate was transferred to another floor for special care and I was now ready to be discharge to go home.
Now that I am home, I am grateful that God spare me yet again.
After the hurricane in August and another hospital stay, I can attest that the best gift of life mankind can give to one another is for us to give love and show compassion.
Selfishness will never soothe a bitter spirit. Or heal a broken heart.
Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me. Psalm 51:10
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