It was a summer morning in July. You would have never known any differences in the weather, looking through those cataracts called hospital windows, in my secure fortress of a room.
My mother came excitedly, bouncing in the door, like popcorn on a hot griddle. I was happy to see her, but filled with anxiety, because of the days plans. I was to go outside for the first time after four months of fighting for my life and winning.
In walked that Judas of a nurse that was to perform the task at hand, covering me with a warmed blanket, so the afternoon breeze would not cause a chill. How dare she betray me that way?
With my mother on one side of the gurney and "Judas" on the other, they pushed down the hall towards that all to cheerful, shining exit. My heart was pounding, like the 'Boom" of a timpani drum. I didn't want to leave those walls of my safe haven.
As the doors slide open and I was thrust into the abyss of a cruel world that was waiting just beyond them, I was blinded by the most brilliant light. As my eye's adjusted, I felt the surrounding warmth of the sun reaching to my soul.
When I finally saw where I was my senses became overwhelmed, then slowly regulated themselves. Pink, purple, blue, red, green, orange, yellow, flowers and they were the most radiant, beautiful I had seen.
Suddenly I was blooming like the garden around me! I was opening up and felt alive for the first time in quite a while!
Sometime later the wonderful, sweet nurse who had helped me outside informed me it was time to go back to that prison cell called room #326. With my eye's I pleaded for a few more minutes, which was graciously afforded to me.
As I was taken back to my room, a smile grew on my face, while I prayed, "Thank You Lord, for sparing me. Allow me to be Your instrument in whatever form You choose."
Your servant has found favor in your eyes, and you have shown great kindness to me in sparing my life.
Genesis 19:19
I am blessed
Merrym Dawn Mathis Bruce
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