A Layne Post
Sing Along – Passion Worship Band
From babies hidden in the shadows
To the cities shining bright
There are captives weeping
Far from sight
For every doorway there’s a story
And some are holding back the cries
But there is One who hears us in the night
From the farthest corners of the earth
Still His mercy reaches
Even to the pain we cannot see
And even through the darkness
There’s a promise that will keep us
There is One who came to set us free
Great God
Wrap Your arms around this world tonight
Around the world tonight
And when You hear our cries
Sing through the night
So we can join in Your song
And sing along
We’ll sing along
Tonight was fried chicken night. Jon recently bought the new Passion Worship Band CD, so I had it cranked up as I worked. Grease sizzled and popped and I sang, prayed, and worshiped with a heavy heart.
This week was my first week back at the hospital alone since Jovie was born. I left both girls with Jon and spent a couple quality hours visiting with some ladies. It was the first time in a long time I felt like I connected, though it has left me burdened all week. The hospital is in one of those cycles we talk about, a season of suffering and death. Just when I think I’ve seen it all, something new shocks me.
Cancer.
I hate it. It robs so many of dignity.
Tuesday I watched as a lady tried to swallow water laying on her back, turning her head slowly from side to side trying to help it pass the rock, which was her tongue covered in sores, and then past the tumor growing beneath her chin. I wanted to help, but there was nothing to do. I prayed. I pray.
A mom lay in bed with her seven year old daughter changing the cotton soaked with blood from her nose every minute or so. The worry was tangible, no words necessary.
Friday I chatted with a lady whose left breast was a tumor the size of a large cantaloupe (at least the visible part was that size). She just wanted to see and meet my girls. Anaya had a poopy diaper, but it was worth the extra 5 minutes to pick her up from Jon and meet this lady, to bring a smile for a passing moment. The woman next to her was on her forearms and knees due to horrible pain in her stomach, but when my girls came in she managed to sit up, smile, and talk to them… then get back to her quiet moans.
It is good to be reminded that we serve a great God who hears their cries, even in the night, who wraps His arms around them, who sings over them, and ultimately who sets them free.
And I have the privilege to join Him in that.
And so do you.
Will you join us?
Sing for Isabel, Joana, Julia, Celina, Samuel, Rui, Pedro, Almeida, Edson, and so many more.
