I was reminded yet again last night of the gift that life truly is.
Each day, on my drive to work I pass a beautiful cemetery. Each day I can't help but notice the easy-ups set up, either waiting for a grave-side service to begin or waiting to be taken down as the service is over. Each day there is at least one set up, some days two or three or four. On the days when services are being held as I drive by, I can't help but notice each of the cars and each of the people standing or sitting there, remembering the one they loved.
Scattered throughout the cemetery are various floral arrangements, balloons, holiday decor, etc. You can always tell when a special day is coming as balloons are a plenty, flowers are overflowing, and often people are gathered. Many days there are family picnics happening or quiet conversations being had at grave-sites. Seeing these families gathered or a single soul sitting quietly, reminds me of how precious life is and how quickly it can change.
Again last night I helped a family say "goodbye" to their child. I met with siblings and told them of their brother's impending death. I had to explain to them that the machines were going to be disconnected and that it was very likely that their sibling's body would no longer be able to work by itself. I encouraged them to give him kisses, hold his hand, and tell him how much they loved him as it may be their last chance.
These 5 siblings weren't strangers to me. Over 2 years ago I met with these same 5 siblings to tell them of their brother's diagnosis/disease. After teaching them of this new disease I brought them back to visit brother and spend some time with them. I hadn't seen them since that day 2 years ago and I found myself wondering what life had been like for them over the years and how they had certainly changed and grown-up as a result of this stress their family had endured. Yesterday, when the time was right, I walked them back to their brother's room and quietly watched from outside as their tears spilled over and their poor hearts broke.
It is something else, watching a parent, a sibling, a family say their last "goodbye". It is heart-wrenching and so sad and yet you have to stay objective and remove yourself from the experience and emotion in order to do your job and help the family. It is almost like an out-of-body experience...watching from a distance, being a silent observer to a family's most intimate moments. And yet, this is their reality. This is a very real, very poignant moment that will haunt them for the rest of their lives.
I am reminded of my favorite set of verses, the verses that God has placed on my life as a calling...
Isaiah 61
The Year of the LORD’s Favor
1 The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me,
because the LORD has anointed me
to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners,
2 to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,
3 and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes,
the oil of joy
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the LORD
for the display of his splendor.
Sometimes all I can do is pray. Pray that the sovereign Lord will replace their mourning with joy at some point down the road. I pray that God would comfort them beyond our abilities and comprehension...that He would whisper quietly of His love and His goodness in the middle of their pain. Rather than get caught up wondering how these last moments will change their lives and wondering who these kids will become after this day, I instead need to busy myself with praying over their moments and their days and praying that they find this God who I love and this God who has again and again proven Himself faithful even in the midst of loss and grief.
So as hard as it may be to walk with these families or as sad as it may be to drive by the cemetery each day, I again need to place my hope in the Lord who has created each of these lives, who has knit each of these families together as only He can do. He has plans for each of them, plans for good and plans for prosperity. He will carry them and He will provide for them. I am grateful He chooses to use me and teach me as He does!