The love between a father and his son

On the way back from the hospital I put on my favorite song and started crying, overwhelmed by God‘s goodness.

When Lindsay asked me last night if I could go to the hospital today to help with Khalid‘s admission, I was so sure that I didn’t want to sacrifice my only free day this week and cancel all my plans. My dearest friend and co-worker Alena witnessed that, and immediately told me she would come with me, willing to give up  precious time with her parents who are currently visiting – Shevet Family at it’s purest. She told me later she had peace about it, and knew it was the right thing to do.

When I entered the living room on family side at 7:10 this morning, it was the most beautiful thing to see Khalid and his father standing side by side on the balcony, pacing up and down, preparing themselves for what is about to come. Together. A wonderful image of the intimacy between a father and his son. It reminded me of Jesus preparing himself and talking to his Father in the garden of Gethsemane.

We anticipated it to be a long and challenging day because Khalid is a special case and as a nineteen year old, he would be admitted to the adult surgical unit which we had never worked in or been to before. There were many unknowns…

While we were waiting in the ER to get the stickers for Khalid‘s admission, I saw a little bit of fear in his eyes. I smiled at him, trying to be encouraging and for the first time since he is with us I saw a smile flitting over his face.

The whole admission took maybe an hour which is nothing but a miracle (usually it takes at least three hours if not the whole day). God sent us the most gentle and kind secretaries and nurses. They were like angels, guiding us the right way. And finally the admission that was supposed to be difficult and with many challenges, was easy and peaceful. A perfect example of undeserved grace.

Khalid‘s surgery is supposed to be on Sunday morning. Please pray that his heart will be at peace.