Triage

It’s been one of those weeks…

 

So I’m helping some friends get ready to move into a new house on my day off (which is usually Monday) and just as I’m finishing off mounting the last exterior light on the back of the house—the step ladder kicks out to the right—and my body obeys gravity to the left.

 

I remember two things: A guttural yell from my diaphragm—and landing hard upon my left arm and shoulder.

 

As I groaned and got up my friend yells out the door, “Dude are you okay?”  Still bent half-over I managed the words, “I’m not sure.  I think I hurt my arm.”

 

Now my friend is no triage nurse, but he took one look at the laceration below my elbow and said with earnest, “Okay, I need to take you to the hospital now.”

 

Four x-rays and ten stitches later I was in recovery mode.

 

One should only have to visit the Emergency Room once in a while—certainly not twice in a week.  Did I mention it’s been one of those weeks?

 

Oh, it wasn’t for me this time—it was for my son.  Seems he encountered some similar laws of physics when the fell at first in his baseball game Wednesday night.  I get a call from a trainer that she thinks he may have broken his collar bone and that I should take him to the ER when they arrive back home in two hours.

 

Are you kidding me?  I was just there on Monday!  And sure enough—that’s just what he did.  So now we have one another to commiserate with.  It seems to help a little.  And at least they won the game.

 

But these things happen in life.  Things get cut and broken.  My son and I were fortunate.  My cut will heal and his bone will mend—even though it takes longer for me these days.

 

Other bumps and bruises in life can be more devastating.  And hope and healing seem far from reachable.  And some of the hardest injuries of all are the relational ones.  As if life weren’t unpredictable enough—we suffer people cuts and fractures.

 

But they too can mend and heal–if the right treatment is applied.  In fact, offering and receiving grace between individuals can actually lead to stronger, healthier bonds–much like a cut that heals or a bone that mends.

 

We just seem to have faith that when the ER doctor closes our wound or when the orthopaedic MD casts our limb that healing will naturally take place.  But it’s seems more of a mystery to me than that. 

 

And I believe that kind of mystery and miracle happens when we allow God to involved with broken relationships too.

 

It couldn’t hurt…

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