My God Sighting
Gina. Yep, one word.
Hold on tight, this might be a little graphic for some. Yet if you are to truly understand you must hear the full story. During my first hospital stay, I was tossing cookies out the top and bound up tighter than you can imagine down below. As each doctor and nurse entered my room we would talk about how I was doing in both areas. The answer was always, not well.
Slowly my stomach stopped churning and came under control. My bowels remained as tight as ever. After multiple oral “answers” it was decided to use a stool softener. In walks Gina. Twenty-something, smiling, happy, joy-filled, okay Dan it is time for your suppository. The smile on her face, the joy in her voice actually took me off guard.
I am not blind to my current realities. I am not the hunk of a man I used to be. Nancy may be the only person on earth with vision to see me that way. I fall into the mid-life, been fighting cancer five years, overweight kind of category. Yet Gina was filled with joy as she had me roll over and did her job.
A few hours later it was clear the suppository did not work. In walks Gina. Okay, now we will try an enema. Same smiling, happy, joy-filled, almost skipping across the room person. I am still the embarrassed, frustrated, bound up person I was. Gina did her work. The enema did its work.
Laying in bed that night I heard God speak to me. “If Gina can be such a source of joy while she works on your backside (I censored the true wording) why do you complain about some of the simple things I ask you to do?”
I had no answer. Laying in the dark I confessed all the times I have approached a task with anything but joy and a smile. I thought of how Gina’s smile and joy brought comfort to me. To learn to live and move in such a way, what an invitation.
All of life is gift…even the enemas.