Last week Chiara had surgery, so Brian and I spent the weekend there and we didn't meet with anyone else. It amazes me though, how we can see the Hand of God just reach down and touch people...even when we are not looking for it.
Chiara did really well with being sliced open! The recovery hasn't been as hard as we thought it would, she is really a trooper, and hasn't been as pitiful as you would think.
While we were there, there was a little boy across the hall who was on strict isolation...we felt so bad for him! But he got to go home on Saturday night, and Sunday morning a little girl was moved into his room. I was coming down the hall when I saw them wheel her in...she looked like a mummy. Literally, every limb was completely encassed in guaze and wrappings. Her little face was poking out, and her mama walking beside her looked so tired.
I walked into our room and saw my little girl sitting there, watching Diego for the millionth time (gotta love that hospital On-Demand, that was so cool!) and just resting and looking all normal except for the IV, Cathedar and Epidural. It reminded me, once again, that it's all a matter of perspective...no matter how bad off we think we are, someone out there is always worse. And that person is probably looking at us thinking they are glad they aren't going through what we are.
Anyway, Hand of God...at approximately 2:12 in the morning, my daughter was still awake. Apparently she reacts to Ox
ycodone the same way I do...which is to be completely wired and not sleep for days. So here we are, wide awake (mommy not so much, but what else could I do) and watching Diego, again. I went out to get her some applesauce, since she was awake she might as well eat...and I heard laughing. It was loud for 2:23 in the morning, and it startled me.It was coming from the mummy girl! She was laughing so loud! I stood there, mystified, and her mother came out and said, "Oh, is she bothering you? I can make her be quiet."
To me, at 2:49 in the morning, that statement sounded like the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard. The sound of that little girl laughing, all wrapped up like a burrito, was about the most wonderful thing I think I could have heard. It was a gentle reminder from God to keep it all in perspective.
I wonder how much Lazarus laughed, when being brought back from the dead. Do you think that Mary and Martha apologized for his laugh to the passersby that may have been wallowing in their own self pity over their situations? Somehow I rather doubt it. MR
(Obviously this isn't Lazarus...it's Cameron in his Halloween costume :)
