We don't sing that song in the Episcopal Church (not that I know of, anyway), but it came to me this morning.
I had to take Dear Friend to the Emergency Room at midnight last night. He had come to town to spend Thanksgiving with the children and me, and, over the course of the last couple of days, he developed a very serious infection in his right hand--which is now so swollen it looks like something out of a horror movie. The pain is intense. He was admitted to the hospital about 4:00 a.m., where they are currently pumping him full of IV antibiotics and morphine. He is likely to be there for a couple of days.
He is due to preach on Sunday, so he is NOT happy about this turn of events. His sense of duty is so strong that sometimes it overrides his reason. I am running around behind his back to tell the nurses they need to be firm about the fact that he is not going anywhere until he is well. (I'm very firm about that to his face, just in case you were wondering...)
Please pray for him--not only that he will get well (natch), but that he will recognize the need to be good to himself and to accept the help of others.
And, if I may be so bold, I ask for you prayers for me, too. He means so very much to me, and this taps into all my worst fears about losing him, just when I've finally found him.
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(((Dear Friend))) and (((Doxy))). Holding you both in prayer. Thanks for such a poignant post.
I'll keep your dear friend and you and the kids in my prayers. And, yes, we sing that song at Parroquia San Crisóbal in both english y español. We don't always use the Hymnal.
Oh Doxy... of course, you and Dear Friend have my prayers for healing and peace.
Pax, C.
You both have my prayers, Doxy.
Actually, I led a bunch of Episcopalians in that song at one of our early anti-racism trainings... (with moderate success, but that is another story)
Oh dear Doxy, what a scare. I am thinking of you and sending many prayers, and I will talk to the Theotokos, a.k.a. Mary Our Sister, about the situation, and spend time today remembering Dear Friend and you and praying for healing and love. Glad I stopped in on the blog to check if you'd put up something new!
I'm at home so call if you want - cell minutes are free Saturdays and you also have the land line number, I think. Love to you.
And tell Dear Friend I said he should behave himself. ;-)
I'm praying that there is an equivalent of Nurse Ratched that will kick his butt if he even so much as mentions his "duty" over the prospect of getting a rip-roaring cellulitis/osteomyelitis/possible loss of limb function! Some people's form of "loving deliverance" is a good figurative butt-kicking. Hang in there...from one who understands the need for a Nurse Ratched now and then!
Prayers for you both, of course.
You already know that I am praying for DF, for caregivers and also for you.
I figured a reminder wouldn't hurt however.
You all have not left my heart since I read your first note early this morning.
Paige...prayers for you both. It's hard for helpers to accept that sometimes they need help...
(((((((((((Dear Friend)))))))))))
Prayers of course, and tell DF I said he needs to follow doctors' orders!
You'll both be in my prayers. Having spent last night in the ER with another stubborn man -- my dad -- I can empathize. Tell DF that he should think on what he'd tell one of his loved ones or parishioners in the same position. And if he's not willing to apply that same advice to himself . . . . well, he'd better have a good answer for what makes him so special! ;-)
Saying prayers and sending cyber hugs. Please keep us posted (when you can spare time from him).
Prayers for dear friend, ((Doxy.))) I have a husband who is his twin, so I know what you're talkin about.
Sorry to hear this, hope all will be well....
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I brunched with susankay and her hubby yesterday and she told me, so more prayers from this part of the world, though by the time I type this I see news above that things are better. Which does not stop prayers.
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