yes, i am home now...counting my blessings and delighting in the most simple gifts. just the golden light of this day warming the horizon and our eager hearts. mystery receding as possibilities return to offer a rich landscape of living. the voices of my family as we shared a meal of thanksgiving and retold stories of years past...permanently embroidered upon our grateful hearts.
only a handful of weeks ago i was lying in a hospital, i could hear my roommate from behind the curtain. she arrived the day before in a blanket of pain. by late afternoon she had surgery. her husband held vigil in a chair beside her and had just left for work missing the doctor's early morning arrival by a handful of moments. she expected to be going home. she was sure the worst was behind her.
in the half light of dawn, the doctor drew a diagram on the chart before her, and in a too loud voice explained without emotion that she would have to have an unexpected second surgery, later that day. she was a young new mother with a baby at home. one moment she was only hours from holding her child, the next she was facing the unknown.
she held strong until the doctor left and then fell into tears.
listening to her cry behind the curtain i felt utter tenderness for her...i closed my eyes and managed to find a way to her bedside.i cooed to her softly, consolingly and then began a conversation about her native country. where was she from? suddenly i was transported to a beautiful village and easily imaging her family. she was flush with love and longing. how long since you have seen your familia? seven years. does your mama know you have been ill? that you are in the hospital? no. i rubbed her leg..shared words of comfort. watched her face soften as she spoke of her family. and then made my way back to bed.
immediately i reached for the phone and began calling friends to find someone that could help make a simple miracle of comfort come true. come, please and on the way stop and purchase a phone card which i will pay for. please bring it quickly so someone has a chance to speak to her mother before she is whisked away to surgery.
my husband arrived and handed me the small plastic card, decorated with the mexican flag. he smiled knowing it would melt my heart as much as hers. apparently the cards come in a $10 value and when i saw the small amount, i hesitated one moment concerned it was not enough.
my roommate nearly feel into tears at the thought of someone, a total stranger, thinking of her, wanting to help her connect with her mother and father. she repeated over and over, no..no it is too MUCH! i cannot take it. it was as if we had moved mountains.
i assured her it was our pleasure.
and here's the best part.
from behind the curtain...in the growing light of dawn she did just that! her quiet voice, lulling in a flurry of spanish endearments washed the quiet room like a dove singing softly. she cooed and sighed and the singing lasted for a very long time...
fear and loneliness were far behind her when they arrived to take her away. she spoke with her mama until then..and as she passed by my bed she spoke with such contentment. rebecca, my mama, she wants to thank you for being so kind to us. for caring about a family you have never met.
it was my greatest joy. to lie there so incapacitated by an insidious disease and hear the reunion of mother and child. one small gesture..transported two women outside of a sterile hospital room contending with their own physical derailments. even the impossible distance of time and space melted away, uniting a family in comfort, hope, renewal and love.
even from here...weeks later i marvel at the power of such simple gestures to fill the givers soul...to move mountains even in the darkest hours. is there someone behind the curtain whose heart can be assuaged by your thoughtfulness? are you hesitating wondering if it might not be enough? is there someone in your life facing the unknown,
hoping for doves to sing?