The story of Job

I saw you this morning sitting on our bed with a look on your face that screamed: Why I am here and not at the rehab class? The main nurse came to tell us that you will be back at the rehab hospital Monday at 10am, but of course, this wrecks your schedule, and you let the nurse know in no uncertain terms that this was not acceptable! For goodness sake, what has the world come to? How can they not see that you will miss your physiotherapy? Oh, brother....! And that Irish look was all over your face...

Well, not everything was this frustrating. You have had a good breakfast less the bread less than an hour before, but you went to the cafeteria with me anyway. We talked about my week at work, about the plans, about the lessons and about how much your story sound like Job's. Your face lit up with every connection we made between you experience and Job's, and every time you agreed that this was real "walking on water"; that living according to the kingdom's rules does not guarantee an easy path, that the only thing we receive to face the challenge is the certainty that He will be with us regardless of how terrible the storm looks. You are an awesome living example of someone being tossed into the storm, who keeps finding right underneath the wind and the waves an incredible peace in the certainty that you are carved in the palm of His hand.

You were quite interested on talking about coming home probably next week -that is if your healing is good-. We talked about the practicalities of everyday life. You were thrilled that I will spend more time with you. I saw you happy that I am also learning to trust His grace, and took the risk of getting out of the boat, if I really want to walk on water as well. Where will we live and what the living arrangement will be, we don't know, but you and I feel very calm and sure that everything will come into place as it should be.

We saw Dr. Schwartz going up in the elevator, you waved at him and he waved back with a smile. Too bad we didn't catch him to ask a few questions.

We went back to your room. You were happy until you saw again the nurse... Your face changed in a second. When the nurse saw you, she just walked in a different direction. Awh man! You are becoming Jan the terrible!

We wandered how your story will end...

Fede