Take last evening for instance.
A friend who is on the staff of a large church in the northern part of our state emailed about a family basically living in the ICU ward of a local hospital in our city. Doctors have told the parents nothing more can be done for the daughter. So they are standing by, waiting for God to take her.
My friend had planned to drive down to see them, but because of a cold decided it was best if he canceled and asked me to call on them.
An hour later, I was in the hospital room with the family.
The patient was either sleeping or heavily sedated and several family members and friends were seated around the room, talking softly. They greeted me warmly, having already been informed that I was coming.
Now, two things about this family I found amazing. They have lived in the intensive care units of their hospital back home and the one here for over 40 days. And yet, they have such a steady peace and beautiful joy about them.