Normal?
Well the doctors have left the room yet again….telling my family things that make some sense to us..and some things we cannot understand. One sentence that he has said most every visit is—” _________ (fill in the blank with an array of his comments)- but this is normal.” I know this doctor has so much knowledge…I know he is excellent- one of the very best in this field- I know he has a passion for what he is doing- you see it in his eyes- I know he cares-I hear it in his voice….but one thing he does not seem to know and I want to scream is— THIS IS NOT NORMAL!!! This man that you see laying here on this bed- quietly sleeping, breathing in an out as those around him are hurting….this man who has had tons of nurses and assistants caring for him- while he just lays there and does not find a way to ask them about the church- this man who has members in this very hospital that he has not yet visited- this man — well Doc— if you knew this man- you would know that this is NOT normal. This man would love nothing more than to take that knowledge and passion and care and teach you about his God….help you to understand what all of this life is about- what his Savior has done in so many lives around him. This man would not tollerate all of us sitting around caring for him— if others needed us. This is not normal.
So for now- I watch the unnormal around me— and I pray- I pray for my father to be well- for him to talk to us again- to know us again- to even see us again. I pray for those who have come to visit—some from very far away to see our family- to pray with us- to let us know they are praying for him-I pray for those who have been touched by the love of my daddy—the love he has for all people and the love he has for God. I pray for those my dad has yet to teach….they are out there- they need him- because he will find a way to reach out to them and share the love of our God. I am praying today for Normal to return….it may take days, weeks, months, even years….but I pray for normal to be here. I want my daddy’s doctor to hear him pray….oh I miss the prayers of my father— so elequent and yet simple so full of love and life…so- well…..Normal.
Thank you for praying….
