Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Loving Like Jesus
She hadn't driven in a long time, but when his health began to fail she steeled herself and slowly made her way back to the busy streets - not wanting to depend on others to do the driving. The little car made its way to appointment after appointment. Then it traveled the short distance to the hospital. Only heavy rain or the setting sun (her eyes are sensitive to the light) saw one of us behind the wheel.
She sat for hours in his hospital room, spending the night when he just couldn't bear to have her leave. Her's was the only voice he would listen to when he wanted to simply go home and leave tests and needles and pain behind. When she wasn't with him, she held him in her prayers.
When dialysis became a part of their lives, she encouraged, watched his diet, monitored his medications and prayed some more. Home remained as it always had been, warm, welcoming and filled with a sweet spirit.
He called one day. "I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of your Mother." The voice was weak from hours spent in dialysis, but it was filled with love. "Yes Dad. She is amazing. She loves you very much." "I love her too." he whispered.
"...walk in love, just as Christ also loved you and gave Himself up for us, an offering and a sacrifice to God as a fragrant aroma."
To read more about loving like Jesus go here.