I thought that God stayed in my garden. That’s where I pray. He’s always there.
I think of all my flying friends as angels, because they have wings and are beautiful.
But I was wrong.
I was praying in the Emergency Room of a hospital. God was there. The angels wore scrubs and police uniforms. No wings.
I prayed to give some of my peace, health and sanity to a shrieking, crying man.
I prayed to give me some of a crying, little boy’s pain.
I prayed for a calm doctor being yelled at by an irate, scared, in-pain woman.
I prayed for the screaming woman, too.
God was in that chaos every bit as much as he is in my beautiful, peaceful garden.
I just needed to look for him.
He is everywhere.
3 thoughts on “Everywhere You Look”
Are you ok? Were you in the ER for yourself or a loved one? The nurse in me is curious! Hope all is well…♥
My mom fell and broke her pelvis and hit her head. She is improving by the hour. It was a busy ER with much action. I cried and prayed a lot.
Sending prayers to you both. Your poem was a beautiful, heartfelt response. ❤
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