I spent a few days last week in the hospital as a result of an infection. Thankfully, I’m much better and am improving daily. There is nothing like a sudden illness to remind you how fragile we are as humans. I was reminded how much I am dependent on God for my daily bread and for my health. While in the hospital, I received a wealth statement, and it turns out I’m a pretty wealthy guy. I am referring to the fact that I have a wonderful family, which is my greatest asset on this earth.
The best medicine I got while in the hospital was when two of my little granddaughters came to visit me. Oh, they said their mommy could come too if she wanted. It was their first time to see a hospital, and they had so many questions about countless things. They asked me where my clothes were, and I said, “at home.” One of them asked me, “Grandpa, what are you wearing?” Though it was difficult to admit, I said a gown (These hospital gowns are not really gowns.). I saw a look of incredulity on both of their little faces, and one said, “No, it’s not.” After they left, I thought about their response to the gown—theirs had really been a response of true integrity, and I took new courage.
Just think about it. You walk into the emergency room, and this nice lady says to you, “Put this gown on.” They know it’s not a gown, and you know it’s not a gown, but you say, “Ok, thank you.” Thank you for this thing? All the while pretending this is a gown.
Think about this gown for a minute. From the front, this thing looks like something my Aunt Matilda gave me from her 1927 collection, but from the back it looks X-rated. The good doctor, God bless him, says, “Get up and walk around and get some exercise!” So, wearing the thing and connected to a mechanical robot that makes weird noises day and night, I get up. I take a peek at the hallway which looks like a multiple NASCAR wreck with food carts and nurses’ carts, so I decide to walk in the room. Three steps to the door and three steps back to the bed..."and back and forth and man, I am feeling kind of winded". I decide to read awhile, so I put my glasses in my pocket and get in bed and get situated, which is no easy task with the “thing” on. This “thing” is not made to get into a bed. First, it’s there, and then it’s not there. Then it’s choking you. I finally settle down with my Kindle in hand, and I reach for my glasses, and this “thing” has a hole in the pocket.
Well, as you can see, I’m having a little fun with the hospital experience. Truly, the best medicine is God’s healing grace and my loving family. God has placed both in my life, and for that I am grateful.