inmate who is stuck with the choices he made when he was too young to know better
mom of small ones. Who is up with a croupey baby again, has to get up for work in the morning, and is dreading it (*note; discover plod mode)
cancer patient: sick of that inescapable, omnipresent too familiar bed
prisoner in a foreign country, denied pain medication because “he is an unbeliever” (and therefore untouchable).
homeless person whose newspapers and coats are not enough to keep him warm this time.
psychiatric inpatient whose night mares make her fear sleep and who misses home
care home patient ~ the empty ache of the seemingly forgotten
woman post-abortion ~ empty arms
Can I pray 🙏 for us?
Jesus thank You for the good and the bad things in our lives. Thank You for small indestructible joys. Help us to get all the good there is to be had out of our suffering. Enlarge our souls to understand the great ocean 💙 of Your cleansing, pure, full, restoring love 💘 for us.
Now there are hospitals and then there are hospitals. You know?
we are still getting over that experience seventeen years later.
Not what we needed
Not the best place for her.
I wish we could have just canceled all our engagements and stayed home til the counselor was available, then had an intensive weekend therapy session or something and then two hour weekly sessions with in-house blood work while we got her meds started.
That’s not realistic,
(I wish there was something like that!)
as close as we could get to that
would have been better
than an inpatient lock down facility
for a nine year old who was starting fires in her toy box!
She didn’t need to be in with older kids and teens who had some scary issues going on. All the screaming and mandatory blood tests that she heard EVERY DAY FOR A WEEK. Missing her family. Not being able to go home when we wanted to get her out. Criminetly!