The atmosphere in the hospital today was very special. Our little community at Sheba seems to be growing and this morning we found ourselves part of a beautiful group of both Gaza and Kurdish families, chatting away like they were old friends. The conversation flowed, there were lots of smiles, and there was a sense of peace that, I’ll admit, surprised me. I was reminded once again that God’s peace is a promise; Jesus said “Peace I leave with you; My peace I give to you.”
After sitting with this wonderful group for a while, enjoying the company and even taking a few selfies, Tabitha and I headed off to visit little Aiman. Having not met him before, and being aware of his surgery the previous day, I felt a little uncertain about what to expect.
“He’s stable and we’re hoping to take the tubes out soon,” the nurse explained to us. In that moment I felt so grateful to God. As Tabitha sat by his bed, his little hand resting in hers, the familiar words of Psalm 139 sprung to mind, the sheer magnitude of God’s love hitting me afresh:
“You saw me before I was born.
Everyday of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.
How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.
They cannot be numbered”
God has placed an enormous value on little Aiman’s life – his thoughts about Aiman cannot be numbered. What an incredible hope this is for us, what an incredible promise to stand on as we continue to pray.
As all of this was going through my head, Aiman’s grandmother slipped into the room. Seeing the nurse by his bed, she seemed really concerned about her grandson, wanting confirmation that everything was going to be okay. It is my prayer that she would know how deeply our God cares for both Aiman and her, that she would experience the power of his peace in the midst of her worries.