Diary of a madman – Night 25 (1:35am)

The rambling thoughts of an insomniac (night 25) –

Yellowed flesh, orange eyes, weathered skin, muddled thinking…

Nausea, life-sapping fatigue, and special people that made my day worth living:

Ron & Ann -my early morning chauffeurs and prayerful escorts to my hospital room
Jonathan – miracle worker and constant encourager
Nic – my daytime RN & dude-man, and quiet follower of our Lord
Norman – a retired volunteer who whisked me down to my biopsy with such dignity, poise, and grace (also a lover of my Jesus)
Dawn – my comforting ultrasound tech, and her budding protege Genesis (who did her best to calm a man in pain
Dr. Russ – who performed the biopsy (that I laughingly call, “Drilling a hold in my body,” who shared his loss amidst the Waldo Canyon Fire, and his appreciation for Wilson Church)
Daphney Joy – whose name just makes me smile
Tracy – the love of my life and my source of encouragement and strength, and our time together praying Psalm 142
To John and Joe who persisted and insisted with their stopping by (thanks for the love and hugs guys…they meant a lot)
To Justin my bro and hero
To Pam my precious twin and powerhouse pray-er ( and prayer gatherer)
To Jack – his uncle’s pride
And to my Mum & Dad who so faithfully cling to their Loving King and Savior
And to a church…a people…God’s people…Your people Lord, who so selflessly allow themselves to be Christ’s hands and feet…so much so it brings me to tears.

And other random things:

Late night alarm that signals someone’s distress, and which gather a team of dedicated healers
Another prayer lifted up
Jessica – my pm RN noticing the light below my door and stopping to check in on me
More alarms further down the hall – more prayers lifted up
More sleep-robbing-mind-bending itching
Really bad late night TV
Meditating on Psalm 115 – you should read it, it”s awesome
Another day on the way (no matter how exhausted I am) chalk-full of people, circumstances well beyond my control, that I choose to bless, love, embrace, be thankful for, and pray for in the midst of this gut-wrenching Lenten wilderness struggle.

Won’t you join me?