Deficits and a Redeemer
I pleaded with the nurse, "I don't know what else to try. I don't know how to help him." There was a long pause after I had expressed my desperation. She softened her voice, "Renee, you have been Ryan's nurse. You have anticipated his every need. But it's time to be his wife now." My breath caught in my throat. Those words were gracious, true, and brutal. We both knew we had reached the end of what my hands and feet could do for Ryan. In one moment, two things were clear: my deficits were vast, and my role leading to that point had to shift. For the first time, I couldn't find the new gear and I had to relearn what being Ryan's wife meant as I watched him enter his own Gethsemane and slowly slip out of my grip into the arms of Jesus. The only words I could utter in response to the other end of the line were, "Oh, God. Help me." "When the righteous cry for help, the Lord hears and delivers them out of all their troubles. The Lo...
