Come sit with me

There were times when i was ill when i simply wanted someone to sit with me. I didn't have the energy to chat much, i didn't have the words to explain things on my heart, but i could manage silence and there was something comforting about the presence of someone there with me. Just sitting there. Or laying there. And there were times when that happened. Someone just sat with me. They demanded nothing, but gave everything. I am thankful for those times. For the gentle, understanding souls that had time for a girl as strange as me. For a girl who might fit and scream and  thrash out. For a girl who was surely embarrassment itself. To me it was the face of mercy.

When i was in hospital i watched those around me, who suffered far far greater than me. I watched the lady who had tried to take her own life. And it hurt to see her. Her husband and little son arrived and just sat with her. Her child chatted, unaware of what had gone on... and as only a child can at such a time, brought back a sense of joy and hope. And as i looked, i saw in her husband's face deep love, i saw a glimpse of the face of Jesus. 

I watched the man who would smear the contents of his catheter everywhere, he didn't even know what was going on. I watched as the nurse came and gently cleared the mess up, as she took care of him in such a humble way. And i saw for a moment, a heart like Jesus. 

... in places where i least expected it, He was there... working through the one just sitting there... the one just humbly serving and loving.