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Therein lays the Spirit. Goosebumps, Weeping, serenity and overwhelming Joy
Let not one day go by that I do not rejoice!
Not all goose bumps are from the cold, not all crying is sad.
I hope who ever reads this has felt this.
So there I was in a pre-operation room with my wife and young child. The boy was being prepped for a surgery where they would use a general anesthesia. He was headed for a great unknown and for sure some heavy pain. We spent a nervous night before and were up before dawn to head to the surgery.
My wife is one of those that hides her nervousness and anxiety in a masking behavior of curtness, shortness and somewhat mean behavior. There is no fault for a trial, but someone is to blame. (sound familiar?) This was the case in this circumstance. That is cool, I can deal. Extra helpings of hugs. Extra kind words. And a few chores or errands to show some love. Always take it personal, but never react by instinct. Same goes for money problems or challenges to be faced.
Back to the hospital
Sometimes we can do no right – and then ………
Well we were doing just fine even though I was declared a complete idiot and incompetent at check in. Smiles and apologies were given freely. Although they seemed to just aggravate the situation. Then we went into the pre-op for gowns and triple checks things changed.
My wife began to weep. I noticed and hugged and kissed and she smiled a big smile. The boy caught the drift and smiled along and patted mommy’s hand. None of us had any feeling of sadness; we knew somehow the crying was a releasing of the love spirit within all of us. Her trembles fell away like autumn leaves in a wind. The nervousness was replaced by a serenity. Hope and anticipation of it being over was so thick in the air – the scalpel would have to cut through that first.
Giggles and laughter and pictures and blowing up the surgical gloves into balloons replaced the atmosphere with a acceptance kind of peace that was contagious. Every one near came by to see the happy commotion and to get a feel of the good. Through it all my wife’s tears of joy humidified the air in a sweet spring sprinkle kind of way, with a rainbow on all of us.
It was one of the most moving moments of my life.
What hallow does this child wear, Gabriel is the right name.
For this hub the outcome is not important. The results of the mechanics of surgery are irrelevant.
Some would ask God why he put my family through such a trial.
For our family we have no doubts. In this case the hurdle in life and the tears that flowed were a miracle in and of themselves. I will of course ask again why such things happen, but I will know the answer before my breathe utters the prayer.