I look at my wife as I hold her in front of our mirror. Her fake tooth is a slightly different color than her other ones, and her hair is a little thin on top, but, she’s beautiful in a way that photoshopped women could never be. She loves me completely, simply, passionately, and without the expectation that she’ll be paid back.
But, wouldn’t you rather be in a position where you are so dependent on God, where nothing else can possibly solve the problem or come to your rescue except for Him, then in a place where He is distant and cold- more of a distant thought and less than an actual being?
The fever was 103.5 degrees and the nurse was a little more than worried when the first four Tylenol didn’t bring it down a single degree.
More prayers. More waiting. More drip drip drip of the fluids.