Am I Weeping with the Savior for Our Groaning World?
I sat in the cold, blank hospital room and talked with my sweet friends, an elderly couple. I had visited them before in their warm, cozy home. The man had chronic pain since I’d known them, in his back and in his heart. His heart because he lost his only daughter at a young age in a car accident, maybe over 30 years ago now. My mind wandered, searching for something to talk about as I noted the empty room, comparing it in my mind to the walls in their home cluttered with pictures of their dear, gone daughter. As if…
