When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. (Matthew 9:36)
Today, I’m sitting in a waiting room at a doctor’s office. My mother has a spot of skin cancer on her arm that will be scrapped then sent to the lab. Hopefully … prayerfully, it will only take one scrape to remove all the cells. She’s been through this several times before. Thank God the cancer is not aggressive nor melanoma. It is easily treated and heals quickly. But it seems to pop up other places almost on a regular basis. So periodically, we return to the dermatologist. All the doctors and nurses in this office show compassion during her procedures.
However, that is not always the case. Last week, she had to have a lubricating shot in her knee. The doctor refused to give her a shot to numb the area. He insisted he could do the procedure painlessly despite my warnings of my mother’s previous reaction. He showed little compassion and repeatedly commented that the shot couldn’t possibly hurt “that much.” Meanwhile, my mother squeezed my hand until it throbbed.
Tomorrow, we’ll take a look at the Gift of Trust. Prepare by reading and meditating on John 6:16-24
See you in a twinkling,
Brenda K. Hendricks