I've been spending a lot of time in the lab getting my blood drawn lately. They're running hormone blood work on me. As I sit there (for what seems forever) I see lots of people come and go.
There is the man in the Chicago Bears sweatshirt (Go Bears! - I almost told him that too), the older lady; dressed well, the husband and wife couple that didn't sit next to each other (and I was in the middle), the little boy and his mom, a young handicapped girl; younger than Am with her mom and grandmother, the lady with a learning disability who was worried about her doctor's appt at 2:30, the woman hoping to retrieve her husband's x-rays.
And we all sat, and we all waited.
All of us waiting for different things.
Why were we there? Was it a life or death result? Was anyone praying for good news?
As we waited Am sang her favorite song from Tangled, her new favorite movie. Some people smiled at her, some look at me like I was crazy, most just ignored her. I thought she was adorable.
It hit me again, as it often does, that we all are living this world with something.
Why did the Chicago Bears man need his lab work? Why was the handicapped woman so worried about her appointment? Is the little boy healthy? the little girl? What about the woman all dressed up? Was she dressed up to make her feel better, because inside she feels so sick?
I've heard so many stories this week of life and death. Good news, bad news. A sick mom, a baby lost, a baby gained. We are all here, and God is working in the midst of it all.
Mark 2:17 "It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick."
And here we all are, in great need of the great physician.
I do the same thing all the time. Everyone I see, I like to guess at their story. Everyone has a unique story and sometimes I wish it was appropriate to just ask people their "story." Especially in a medical place. When Doug was in the hospital, I spent a lot of time wondering if that person's loved one was in for a broken arm, to have a baby, to have a test or two run, or to say their final goodbyes. The fact that everyone has a story is a good reminder to treat others as if their story is just as important as our own because in God's eyes, it is.
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