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SHORT POSTS OF ADORATION IN BUSY TIMES OF VOCATION

The room is lit with lights . Small lights , large lights, like spotlights on a stage  . Lights from pumps for the heart, pumps  for the lungs, pumps  for medications, pumps for suctions,  pumps  for feedings  and the pump I brought. The pump in place of the kidney.

A large light beams from the ceiling onto the center stage, a bed.  It is light. Bright but not natural. Every beam shines small and with purpose  onto the stage where one man is set central. A man ready for the performance of his life.

Eight adult children sit in the background of the pumps. I, the nurse, watch the man on the stage. They watch me.  We all look for signs as to who  to believe. We listen to the minor roles speak.” His prognosis is Poor” “his heart is  good as dead””his kidneys are shot”” His lungs are filled with fluid” . The words that hovered on computer and paper and minds all around are now released. Unbelieving words that never can land rightly.  They only ricochet around and around the room.

I wait my turn. Then , enter with words. I recite the script that I have memorized for years. “Ill do the best I can ” I say. Clear loud with confidence.  The words leave to join the chorus of  dancing phrases.

Suddenly, impromptu a voice enters. ” do your best ,that’s all we can ask” the small plea bends around a pole from the back of the room. Another well memorized line from audience and cast heard over and over many episodes in the same theatre.

The script is the same but the players are different. Their movements seem to  contradict the plot.The small voice calling “do your best” has a face tilted up and not down. Shadows from lights show a bend. A glimpse away from the stage I see  hands held tight.  Nothing moves but a bible dripping and dipping off one bended knee.

Moving the props and changing the scene, I wonder. Could she break away from script and call for another playwrit?. Could she ask for more if she wanted? Who is writing the lines on her bended knee?.

I drop syringe and lift up my mask. My part must be abandoned. I step away from the stage. Away from the lights, away from the camera, away from the script, dodging every word that lingers in the room.

I look at the face of the voice to say “Yes,That is all you can ask of me. But of Him  . . HIM who made this man. . .please ask much more”

1. “If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask Him!”

‭‭Matthew‬ ‭7:11‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

http://bible.com/114/mat.7.11.nkjv

2. “Even to your old age, I am He, And even to gray hairs I will carry you! I have made, and I will bear; Even I will carry, and will deliver you. Remember the former things of old, For I am God, and there is no other; I am God, and there is none like Me, Declaring the end from the beginning, And from ancient times things that are not yet done, Saying, ‘My counsel shall stand, And I will do all My pleasure,’”

‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭46:4, 9-10‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

http://bible.com/114/isa.46.4,9-10.nkjv