Hospitals are places of vulnerability. Paper gown, illness, no visitors, blank walls, and the smiles of strangers offering you tea. Humanity and Humaness, exacerbated by this Coronovirus Pandemic.
A healthcare worker tells me she’s started praying. She’s not the first. The stress, anxiety, trauma of seeing people dying because they cannot catch their breath, has people with their hands turned to the heavens.
I wonder at this safety mechanism, that when the going gets tough, in our incredibly tender human moments, we pray to a being greater than us & our troubles. On our worst nights, where monitors are bleeping or the thought of tomorrow is overwhelming; we all know, in the pits of our stomach, we all know that none of us are above the need of God.
‘𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼’𝑚 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠. 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒- 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔’
‘𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑈𝑠,𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒, 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑊𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑓 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑈𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒’
-𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑁𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑄𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑛
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