God

There is so much pain here.

There are so many seriously ill people. Sometimes I wonder how much a body can take.

Just recently I escorted one of my patients into the operating room and stared in shock as he was placed on the table. Naked, feverish and emaciated, he was mumbling something that didn't make sense. He was a pitiful, wretched sight. It will be a miracle if he survives.

The only prayer I could manage was a strangled, “Father...”

In the face of all this pain, these eyes that plead with me to do something, the hopeful, desperate relatives that keep vigil by the bedside I cry out to God.

I am powerless, this is too big for me, I can't relieve their pain and I hurt for them.

God is good, He is faithful, and He hurts for them too.