Soap Lesson #2

 

On the day of Caleb’s surgery,  he was placed in the ICU that was right by the surgery wing.   If anything went wrong, he could easily be rushed back into surgery.  Due to the fact that he had so many machines keeping him alive, he needed the extra space so he received the biggest room on the unit.

The morning after his correction surgery I turned the corner to get to his room and I was stopped dead in my tracks.  All I saw in his room was a cleaning crew.   Caleb was gone.  What?   Was he rushed into surgery?  Did he pass away in the night?  I couldn’t breathe.  Fear gripped me.

 

Just as I was feeling as if I could pass out, a nurse rushed over to let me know there was a five year old little girl who needed his room.  Caleb was stable and healing so they moved him over just one room. 

 As she escorted me to his new room, she let me know that a sweet, little Japanese girl was very unstable and could pass away at any time.   I asked her if I would be told if her condition deteriorated so I could leave the floor when she died.  Much to my relief, I was reassured that they always had the floor cleared so the parents could grieve in private.  I had already witnessed one child’s death.  I didn’t want to look into the face of grieving parents again…EVER!!!

One day later, horror, fear, and grief gripped my life as nurse quickly entered my room to let me know that I wasn’t going to be able to leave Caleb’s room for a while.  The little girl was dying.  If I left now I would be seen by her family who was piled in the room and hall way.  So there I sat struggling to breath.

 

Lord, why?  Please take this burden from them!   Please heal this child!  Please!  Do something!  

I sat there weeping as I hear the soft cries of grief from her family.  I assumed that at any moment I would hear yelling, wailing, and anger.  But instead, our little five year old neighbor entered the presence of the KING while her dear family sing in their language, "Have Thine Own Way, Lord" and "It Is Well with My Soul". 

It was the sound of angels!  I will never forget the beauty of those grieving songs. I will forever remember the pain of hearing her family escorting her to into the arm of her Savior. It was a powerful witness to everyone. Their faith changed me forever.  I pray I have just a hint of the faith they had.

I am forever reminded when I whiff the hospital soap’s aroma that

True Faith in the Savior is Powerful- Display It Even Into Death!!