Sarah's Tears
(Unknown Author)
Late one December night on the cancer ward the halls were quiet and solemn, the
patients were asleep and most of the visitors were gone. The nurses were gathered about
the nurse's station preparing for shift change.
Sarah, one of the nurses, was especially tired, having worked 7 straight 12-hour days.
The kids had needs, her husband had been laid off, and the house payment was due.
What kept her going was that in January, she was going to find a new job. After ten
years of answering call lights, working short staffed, putting up with constant
administrative changes, she had decided that it was not worth the effort anymore.
PING! PING! PING!
Sara angrily looked at the call light box, "Good grief!" The patient was a
70-year-old woman. Sarah had been to her room at the end of the hall at least fifteen
times. Angrily she started down the hall.
On her way to the woman€ ’ēs room, she suddenly stopped. She
stood motionless as a soft voice wafted out of room 235.
"And then one day, I'll cross the river; I'll fight life's final war with pain;
and then as death gives way to victory, I'll see the lights of glory and I'll know He
lives."
Tears welled up in her eyes as she listened and thought about the young woman in that
room -- a 35-year-old mother of two with cancer, with at most, only a week to live,
perhaps even just days.
Sarah stood there, with tears in her eyes, remembering how this young terminal woman
had such peace. The patient would speak to everyone who came into her room and she would
smile even in her pain and took the time to share her faith and let people know the reason
for her peace was a faith in God.
All the nurses who had been around her commented on her strength and how they had felt
peace and calm after talking with this exceptional young woman.
"Because He lives, I can face tomorrow; because He lives, all fear is gone;
because I know who holds the future, life is worth all the living, just because He
lives."
Unstoppable tears flowed as Sarah stood a few moments more, but the tears had taken on
a newness. No longer were they tears of sadness for this young woman . . . but tears of
renewal that washed away the disappointment and disillusionment of her job, and the fear
about the future.
Sarah started down the hall to answer the call light, but she was no
longer going to check on some pestering old woman. She was going to the room
of a patient, a person, a fellow human in need.
Sarah no longer looked to January so she could quit -- she looked to her next shift .
. . when she would again have the opportunity to serve others.
Sarah left work with a new outlook on life.
She had a rekindling of the spirit of service that had motivated her to become a
nurse. Those fires had almost died, but for a young terminal woman who had the desire to
be of service to others . . . even unto death.
We are on this Earth at all is to be of service to each other. Christ said it best
when He said, "Greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his life for his
brother."
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"Reach up and take your Father's hand
and say what my daughter Andrea said to me,
'I'm not sure where I am.
I'm not sure which is the road
home.
But you do
and that's enough.'"
("And the Angels Were Silent," by Max
Lucado)
"For I am the Lord, your God,
who takes hold of your right
hand
and says to you,
'Do not
fear; I will help you.'"
(Isaiah 41:13)
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