December 31, 2017

A Time For Every Thing

Thirty years ago I spent a whole day in the hospital, sitting with a woman named Marion, from my first church.  She was waiting her turn in the queue for a by-pass operation. I will never forget the trepidation she felt that was just underneath a veneer of calm.  I will never ever forget her eloquent reflection on what she was going through.  As I offered her empathy, she looked back at me very tenderly and said, “Well, I guess it’s all in a lifetime.”