Home vs. Hospital....Hummm. Yes, home is always better.
My daughter and new granddaughter finally got to come home from the hospital today. Patricia is very tired but she is hanging in there. I am very tired too, but even more relieved that her pain is currently under control and she can be with both her girls and husband.
The little cot in the corner of the hospital room, where I spent the last two nights, served its purpose, but my bed in the guest room sure does look good tonight. I plan to rest well. Looking at the inviting mattress and contemplating how good it will feel beneath my aching back, I am reminded of the words of Jesus when he tested some who said they would follow Him wherever He went.
"The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head." Matthew 8:20.
You know, when I stretch out every night to go to sleep, I rarely give thought to the fact that I am protected by a roof and walls. Nor do I often wonder what life would be like if I had no place to rest, to lay my head. So, I have to ask myself, "Just what am I willing to do without for the sake of Christ? And where am I willing to go as I follow Him? Absolutely anywhere?" I will be wise to examine myself more often.------
Home is always a good place to be, but even better, it seems, after spending several days in a hospital.