The rain had been steadily falling all
afternoon, and now as the light was fading it began falling in harder torrents
of wind swept sheets broken only by flashes of lightning and the crash of
thunder. I stared out the window
watching the taillights of the van backing up towards the Big House. The bundle snuggled closely in my arms
wiggled ever so slightly and I shifted the blankets covering his face to check
that the oxygen mask had not slipped from his tiny face. He was so little and yet had been fighting so
hard the past several days and now suddenly he was asking us to fight for him
because he was simply growing tired. We
needed some labs, and radiology studies and we needed them quickly. They were tethering an oxygen tank to a seat
in the van and under cover of an umbrella I stepped into the back cradling him
closely and checking the monitor that was passed into me. Dr. Steve slid into the driver’s seat and
handed me a small flashlight that I could hold in my teeth, freeing my hands
for working with the various items around me that would help keep our little
guy going on the way to the hospital.
As we drove through the flooded streets, skirting the larger rivulets
that were once other lanes and the various shapes and sizes of stalled
cars. I found myself humming,
“In the dark of the midnight have I oft hid
my face while the storm howls above me and there’s no hiding place mid the
crash of the thunder precious Lord hear my cry keep me safe till the storm
passes by
’Til the storm passes over ‘til the thunder
sounds no more, ‘til the clouds roll forever from the sky, keep me safe let me
stand in the hollow of Your hand, keep me safe ‘til the storm passes by.
Many times satan will whisper say there’s no
need to try, for there’s no end of sorrow there’s no hope for the by and by but
I know though art with me and tomorrow I’ll rise where the storms never darken
the skies.
’Til the storm passes over ‘til the thunder
sounds no more, ‘til the clouds roll forever from the sky, keep me safe let me
stand in the hollow of Your hand, keep me safe ‘til the storm passes by.”
I smile through the dark at my little charge and consider that there are
moments when all around the circumstances say there is no hope and yet here we
are in the back seat of a van pushing through flooded streets to make sure we
have exhausted every possible means of help for him knowing that there is HOPE
even when the storms rage.
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