It was like a moment on television...

Last Thursday night I was in the ER, waiting to be checked into a room for my hospital adventure. I was laying there miserable.

All of a sudden a nurse comes into my part of a curtain divided room. She apologized, saying it was just about to get chaotic and noisy in the ER. A trauma patient was coming in...

Not only did he come in, but he was on the other side of the curtain. Words like "coded," "roll over accident," "need more blood NOW!" "fifteen year old," could be heard in the chatter on the other side of the curtain. The doctor was barking orders in his calm, professional way. Nurses and aides were scurrying around. Constant bloody trash could be seen hitting the floor under the curtain. At one point, the curtain was partially pulled back, so a nurse could get something out of my side of the room... I could see the young man's hand shaking. For a split moment I forgot my own pain. I was in shock at what was happening before me. I don't think Kev and I spoke for twenty minutes while waiting.

I looked over at my hubby. He held his cap in his hand, whispering prayers for this young man, who short of a miracle would meet his maker that night.

I learned a valuable lesson that night. A reminder of how precious life is. It is all about our perspective in how we deal with what life throws our way. Do I think that young man was in the ER for me? No. But I can't help think that God allowed me to be on the other side of the curtain for a reason. There I was feeling sorry for myself, miserable with my circumstances. Yet, one look at that young boy's hand, made me realize somewhere this child's momma will have a pain that will take more than a hospital stay and a prescription to heal. The momma heart in me couldn't complain much after that moment. I think I stopped feeling sorry for myself and started counting my blessings one by one.

The next day, my pastor's wife said the accident was in the paper. A young kid, speeding, not wearing his seat belt, ended up under his car in a split second. Too damaged, that the poor doctor I had met the night before, could not save him. I still find myself thinking of him and his family...

I am learning everyday, that the things of this world are so much bigger than me. So many times we get caught up in ourselves (I know I do!), and forget the bigger picture. Who knows what tomorrow holds. If I have learned anything the last few days, it is to be thankful for the moment and the blessings in my life, even when the going gets tough. God is good. His timing is perfect. Keeping the faith is the key to peace...

Have a beautiful day, knowing you are in the Heavenly Father's hands.