Saturday, February 19, 2011
Today was Lilly's first trip to a hospital as a visitor rather than a patient. We went to see her Pop (paternal grandpa). He had a stroke last week and sadly isn't doing very well. Lilly wore her cheery Valentine's Day attire and did her best to spead joy to Pop and his many visitors.
Several nurses asked about Lilly. Most were rather startled when they found out that she is 7.5 months old and no she was not born pre-mature.
Sitting by Pop's bed with Lilly I was overwhelmed with thankfulness for God sparing Lilly's life. And I felt such sadness and sympathy for my sweet mother-in-law who hasn't left Pop's side at the hospital. (Or for the last 60 years for that matter!) My ongoing prayers are for them both.
Once again here's that dilemma - it's so painful to lose our loved ones and we plea with God to spare them. Yet why do we selfishly do that when the afterlife is better beyond anything we can imagine? I guess one reason is that our loved ones become such a part of who we are that when they die, part of us dies too.
Some words of comfort are what I need tonight:
"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." - Matthew 11:28
To end with a little humor, look at the second picture of Lilly on her playmat - what has she done?