I found out another ECI baby I worked with passed away. That's 4 this year for me, and even more for some of my former coworkers. It's a hard job to do and stay sane... I don't know how hospital employees keep going. I am thankful for the days I had at that job, and I will joyfully give up my own life and sanity as God calls me to difficult things. It was especially good to be able to put hands and feet to my God-given passion for those who lack the capacity to comprehend or express truth, whether that be, "I'm hungry!" or, "God gave His only Son for me." But nonetheless, it was hard... it's still hard. The brokenness of this world never gets any easier to swallow.
I know I by no means deserve to be done with that job, nor do I deserve the healthy baby in my belly, or anything else for that matter. I am just especially thankful today for getting to love that baby and family, and thankful for my own healthy little one who has yet to make her debut. May God comfort and protect that sweet family, may I always be an instrument of God's grace as I walk this earth, and may Jesus return to make all things new very, very soon.
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