Lying in bed with florescent lights and the sound of medical beeps in the foreground. Another day in the hospital. She waits and thinks, "What is God trying to tell me?"
Strong willed and more patient than I ever thought possible. The woman waits. Waits for healing. Waits to go home. Waits for good news.
She remarks on a piece of mail she received. A card from someone at church. It brings a smile to her face. "I just don't know," she says. She wants to pray. So we pray. "That is good," she remarks. "Yes, prayer is good."
And I leave her side and she watches me exit. "Thank you for coming," she says. "You're welcome," I say. The Lord be with you."
"He is."
I am amazed at her faith.
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