A few days ago I met little Jonah, visiting a family member here in the hospital. I suppose I had thought it was his grandmother. I later found out that the relative he was visiting was receiving chemotherapy. I know that sometimes when I would pass the room and his dad would be bringing him to visit, I would hear him greet what seemed to be his mother, based on the reactions, but I still supposed that Jonah's mom was visiting her mother or perhaps father--although I had seen the child with an older man likely to be his grandfather.
Just now I passed a lady about my own age, interacting with Jonah around one of the pieces of art with words, and she was asking him to identify the letters, like any mother with a small child around the age of two. The heart-wrenching thing is she was the patient he was visiting...hospital gown, IV and all, several bags of which were clear, one being orange. I'm not familiar enough on medication to know exactly what it was, or what she's being treated for...but oh, Father, please let this treatment work! Give her a full life to raise Jonah! I can tell that this is a family full of love. Please don't take his mother away from him at such a young age.
You are the Great Physician, Father, yet You love to work through Your creatures, giving us the wisdom to heal within a limited capacity. Touch this woman's body, Father. Either allow the medicine to do its intended purpose, or else heal in a way that only you can.
Surround little Jonah with all the love that he needs as he grows up, regardless of the outcome, Father, as it is in Your power alone to decide how long a person remains on this earth.
Thank You for allowing me to intercede on behalf of those with whom I cross paths here at work. You gave me this job for a reason. Let me be a light for You, Father.
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