One of my favorite patients died early this morning.
He and his wife were such treasures in our office.
They always had a smile for us, some funny thing to say,
and a positive outlook despite whatever medical stuff was going on.
I will really miss seeing them.
Life is short.
We aren't guaranteed to make it to 82 years old.
Life is not fair, either.
In our house I call "fair" the "F-word".
People you love die before you are prepared.
People you love get sick.
Mean people live to be 100.
You watch family members suffer and you can't help.
You want to hold your babies, but paperwork keeps you apart.
This I know...
Despite whatever hardships...
God is ALWAYS good.
It's easy to proclaim His goodness when something good happens.
It's easy to cheer "Yay God!" when we get our way.
But when things stink?
When things fall apart?
When life just happens?
He is still good.
Which reminds me of this, which always gives me goosebumps:
" I tell you he is the King of the wood and the son of the great Emperor-beyond-the-Sea. Don’t you know who is the King of Beasts? Aslan is a lion – the Lion, the great Lion.” “Ooh!” said Susan, “I’d thought he was a man. Is he – quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion.”
“That you will, dearie, and no mistake,” said Mrs. Beaver; “if there’s anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they’re either braver than most or else just silly.”
“Then he isn’t safe?” said Lucy.