How Can I Sing?
It is Easter, the holiest of days for Christians everywhere. It is a time for rejoicing in the miracle of miracles! Yet how can I sing The Lord's song today, when my heart is heavy with sadness for the burdens of those I care about and love?
One friend's husband was hospitalized on Thursday with heart problems and is now waiting for specialists to determine if he is a suitable candidate to be placed on the waiting list for a heart transplant, his life depending on that. Last night another dear friend was airlifted from New Mexico to a hospital in Texas with severe chest pain and erratic blood pressure. He is currently on a constant nitro drip and is undergoing cardio testing, awaiting answers. He was just recently given an all-clear report on his one-year check-up after being treated for cancer. He is several years younger than I am.
In both cases, the devotion of these couples to each other is strong and deep. Like with Papa Bear and me, they are each other's everything. As I have written of here before, Papa Bear had a heart attack not long after I met him, due to a 99% blockage in one of his arteries, and now has two stents placed end to end, and medication he will take for the rest of his life to help prevent another heart attack, maybe. Today, sharing the concerns and fears of these two couples, brings home yet again the fragility of life. We have each other in each moment, we are not promised one moment more.
What this day finds me most thankful for is the supreme gift of love we were given on this Easter so very long ago. If it were not for faith, for belief that we have a Father/Creator who holds us safely in His hands, there would be such a feeling of hopelessness and despair. But because of Easter I have the assurance that God is with me always and everywhere, and that He hears my fervent prayers on behalf of those I love.
I do not pray for the answers of my choosing, I rarely do, for God is so much wiser than I and knows our needs and what is best. I pray instead that He will keep these people, and all those who are fearful and suffering, in His loving care, and help them to walk thru this valley, trusting that they are not alone. I believe in God the Father, I believe in God the Son, I believe in the power of the Holy Spirit, and I believe in the power of prayer. That is my comfort, that is my peace, that is what I have to offer my friends... my faith, my prayers, and my love that is but a tiny reflection of His.