This past weekend I was able to visit a very special young woman from my church who was hospitalized for four days because of horrible stomach pain she's dealt with since last summer. I don't know her or her family very well, I just knew I wanted to show her love and support because she really doesn't like being in the hospital. Who does?? As I sat and chatted, made small talk, and joked with her about her bubblegum-smelling nail polish, it struck me just how much she didn't deserve to be there. I was also struck with the overwhelming feeling of wishing I could do something to help alleviate her pain. But who am I? I'm not a doctor, specialist, or healer. I have never taken a medical class. I can't even tell you why hair turns gray. Not in medical terms, anyway.
I may not be able to help alleviate physical pain in anyone, even myself, without a qualified person's help, but I know who can. I believe God lives, knows us and loves us personally. I know his son, Jesus Christ, bore all of our pains and sorrows. I know belief in God and Jesus Christ can lift us up, out of our physical and spiritual trials.
I watched this video a few minutes ago about this sweet girl who will probably never eat solid food again, but her trust in the Lord and willingness to serve others who are suffering is very moving. I thought about the young woman I visited. I will never know what she's going through, but I can hopefully show my love for her through the spirit which comforts and teaches--that she's not alone.
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