Monday, March 1, 2010

My dearest God,

You have taught me that we randomly walk the face of the earth together. We meet strangers along the way. Sometimes something will tug at our heart and we will pause to pray.

Two men entered the Riley Hospital glass elevator with me. I looked into the eyes of one of the men. "Do you have a baby here?" I asked. "Yes, my grandchild is having heart surgery." He replied. "What's their first name?" I inquired. "Larkisha." He told me. "I'll pray for him." I said as the elevator opened and I stepped out.

Throughout the long day of waiting with a family whose daughter was having brain surgery, I ran into this man. "How's it going?" I queried. "Well." He shared. We traded smiles.

I doubt that I shall ever come across that man again. But for the moment, at the time, in a hospital for sick children we met, connected and the line of prayer continued.

One thin cord
connects us
to heaven
and to
each other,
O Lord,
simply because
you choose
to do it.
You encircle us
with another
and then
ask us
to do something.
You entrust
another human
into our care
if only
for a moment.
I celebrate
your divine embrace
and the
glorious love
that emanates
from it.
How grateful
I am
to be included
in your
sacred circle.

Love, Andrea