An Unexpected White Rose –

                When I first heard, I said a prayer and then turned back to my government homework. It didn’t sink in. I didn’t realize how serious it was. They told me he was in the hospital. I heard words like “brain-bleeding” and “heart-attack.” I heard “freak accident”. I heard ” life-support.” It didn’t sink in. Not until we walked through those too-tidy hospital corridors, not until I saw the grim look on the relatives faces, not until I saw that white rose on the door of his ICU unit.
   “Your free to come in as much as you like” 
“There is a special waiting room set up for friends and family” 
  “His door is the one with the white rose.” 
   It was special treatment, really. I have been to hospitals too many times, and know that the nurses don’t always treat you with so much patience. I know the waiting rooms are normally crowded and tense – not private. I’d never seen a white rose before the door.
I hated this special treatment. Not because I didn’t appreciate it, but because I was afraid of what it meant. What does it mean – a white rose on the door? I don’t want an answer.

     When we saw him he was already gone. He breathed by way of a tube, his heart continued to beat, and his blood pressure meter still went beep.beep.beep. But he wasn’t there. Our dear brother Larry. Our dear east-coast grandpa. No blood relation, but as much of a grandpa as grandpa gets. He is with the Lord now. That is what the white rose meant.
         

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.”


      In good times trails come and the solutions soon follow. In rough times we become overwhelmed with decisions to make. Sometimes it seems that our life is a cyclone. Joy mixed with grief and all swirling with pain. But even in storms, we can feel God’s hand guiding. And when we look back we see what he has done. And we praise him and thank him and give him the glory. But what of the times when good seems unfathomable? What of the times when we just can’t understand? Can we look back at the thousands of lives God has painted? All the masterpieces of his glorious hand? In those times of suffering, for things that seem unneeded – can we exercise faith in the God who has saved? Can we trust in our bridegroom, though we don’t understand Him? Yes. We can – and that’s how peace comes in. 

Please pray for the Haigler and Loss families as they deal with this unexpected tragedy. 

Author: Susanna

I'm Susanna, a 20-year-old Christian girl incorrigibly addicted spontaneous adventures. My first dream was to become a pioneer. Unfortunately, I was born a couple centuries late, so I've decided to read, cook, run, and travel the world until my time machine is finished. You'll mostly likely find me getting into trouble and/or eating licorice. I am currently blogging the misadventures of a middle-school teacher in training. Come join me on my quest to become the next Ms. Frizzle!

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