“Wal-Mart is a madhouse,
couldn't find anything, all the clerks were busy. I finally found the
medicine you needed for Gramma though.”
My daughter dashed in the
kitchen door looking wide eyed and mesmerized. Yesterday, she had rushed her
grandmother to the emergency room. She dutifully picked up prescriptions of
antibiotics and other things the doctor wanted for her Grandmother. She
carried in a large case of Ensure food supplement also, as she had been
instructed to do at the hospital.
Today, we were all down in
the mouth because of grandmother not feeling well.
It was wonderful to have my
daughter do all the things for her grandmother that needed to be done. The
taking her to the doctor, picking up her perscriptions and some other things
Mother needed to try to make her comfortable.
This girl, now a woman has
already gone through the sorrow of loosing first my father, her grandfather,
when she was little more than a child.Then she lost her grandfather, my
husband's dad. Her other grandmother is in the rest home and she is the one
to take time with her.
My mind couldn't help but go
back to the time when I was three months pregnant with her. The doctor at
that time flatly stated. “Have an abortion. If you don't you will bleed to
death on the table. That was the year of terror, 1975. Surgery while I was
pregnant with her and each time wondering if we could keep the fast growing
tumors under control. Still, I would not feel regret at not allowing an
abortion. We fought our way through the last surgery, a caesarian, and our
beautiful blue eyed baby was born, well and healthy. Dad's blue eyes and
dark, dark auburn hair looked to be a possibility with our daughter, and it
has been that.
One of the courses she has
just finished at the college was taught by a Native American woman who is
herself a treasure. She has also instilled in my daughter the appreciation
for the elderly. For this I am thankful.
If there is a word we could
forget we know it would be, “abortion.” I thought to myself.
Christ did away with all the
old laws and brought us into a new covenant and that was one of love. This
man, the son of our God, isn't much talked about during the holiday season.
Too bad. The genius of his use of his father's highest intelligence to teach
us about love is such a phenomenal thing. It is more perfect than any
psychology, religious concept, or teaching. It is true, one day, or one
season isn't enough time to get to know the strength and beauty of Christ
through just that one word, "love."
None of us know what we will
have to endure in the future. And for those who believe having a Creator is
dependancy, for my part, it would do them well to go through our sacred
scriptures, reading every scripture to deal with that one work, "love."
Maybe then, only then, could a partial understanding of the mysterious of
that power be theirs.