I glide down the highway, the taste of Diet Coke and potato chips lingering. My thoughts are louder than the radio, so I turn the music off. The darkness is a blanket, covering me. As I reach across to adjust my seatbelt, the smell of hospital invades my senses. I turn up my nose wishing I hadn’t used that last squirt of disinfectant foam. The smell produces a feeling of desperation as I remember the room after room of sick children…
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We talked about this same subject . . . fairness . . . in CBS today. I struggle with this as well, but am holding on to Isaiah 55:8 and trusting in the fact that my Lord sees the whole picture! Great post . . .