{Medications, IV’s, and the Blood Of Jesus Christ…}


I sit here in the hospital. My son lies in front of me with medications flowing through a tiny plastic IV punctured into his arm.

Funny, how those clear liquids supposedly hold the medication that treats my son’s disease. Funny, how ounces and ounces of liquid flow through his veins promising to ‘heal’; promising to get rid of the pain.

I sit here, in-between these four walls sprinkled with lime green and turquoise-blue abstract images, perhaps to keep me from focusing on the problem at hand. A ‘comfy’ chair sits in the corner. I suppose it’s their way of helping me, the family member, go through the difficult situation in a comfortable way. But it’s never quite comfortable.

Then there’s the very colorful pillowcase, brought up with a personal visit by the nurses from the specialist we see each month.

In a room filled with so much white, the reds, blues, yellows, greens, and purples of the football helmets covering the pillowcase shine brightly as if announcing, there is still ‘life’ in this room.

He likes the pillowcase. It makes him happy.

And me, well, I sit here. Hot sunrays coming in through the window glimmer brightly on my Bible’s brown leather cover.

I’ve got questions. It has answers.

The medication flowing through the IV is finished. The machine starts beeping. It’s done its work. My son finally fell asleep.

For now…

Until it wears off and the pain wakes him up again.

{And I’m Reminded}

… of the day my son accepted Jesus as his personal savior.

I am reminded- of the moment he said yes to the Christ of the cross. Yes to the resurrected Christ.

I am reminded- of the commitment he made to be a follower of that Jesus.

That moment things changed.

He has new blood flowing through his veins. Jesus Christ. The Savior. Jesus Christ. The Healer. It is His blood that flows through my sons veins.

It’s not connected to an IV. It’s not flowing through clear tubes making empty and temporary promises. It doesn’t flow in doses or in milligrams. It’s not administered by different nurses and it doesn’t beep when it’s done doing its work. There are no harmful side effects and it doesn’t lull you to sleep only to jerk you awake when it’s done medicating your pain.

Jesus Christ. The atonement for our sins. His blood did the work once and for all (Hebrews 9:27-28). His blood brings healing.

And although I am unable to see it, I have faith that it has already done the work for my son. I have faith that by His stripes he has already been healed (Isaiah 53:5, 1 Peter 2:24).

Mom and Dad, I’m not sure what situation you’re having to endure each day. I’m not sure what life-changing-earth-giving-way-mountains-falling-into-the-heart-of-the-sea experience you have to look at every morning. But I am sure of this. God has a hold of your situation. God is in control. Nothing is too difficult for our God (Jeremiah 32:17). He guards all that is yours (Psalm 16:5, NLT). He already finished the work!!

Praying that God’s peace would abound in your life as you experience His ever-present help in your own time of need (Psalm 46:1).

Believing with you,

-Darlene
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Posted on July 13, 2012, in DEVOTIONALS, FAMILY LIFE, LIFE, LIFE LESSONS, MOTHERING ON PURPOSE, PARENTING, SPIRITUAL GROWTH and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

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