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Ah, she’s awake and smiling. I plant a kiss on the top of her head.
 Giggles. More smiles. She coos and “converses” with me.

I watch her play. “Plop!” She looks over the bassinet and on the floor.

“Uh-oh”. I pick up her bottle. She’s still learning to hold it on her own.

More conversation. Squeals. “Singing”. Lovely.

Earlier, we were going through the process of clearing her nasal congestion…

With warm running in the sink, I let her play, watching her fascination as she tries to catch the water flowing through her long fingers.

I take the top off the nasal spray (natural product, of course). I show it to her; then I spray it towards the mirror so she can see it. She smiles. Reaches for it. I hold her as she holds the bottle. Let her “spray” it. Gently, I place the nozzle in each nostril. 1-2-3 squirts each one. She blinks with each one. Water runs continuously during this time, her reward-playing with it after I’m finished. We repeat this again with the bulb syringe. Touch. Feel. Hold. Squeeze. I fill the syringe with water, hold it up, let her watch the water flow out and down the sink. I hold her hand, she holds the syringe, she watches in the mirror as she places it near her nose. She squeezes, her eyes blinking, inhaling, as the air blows out. She smiles and coos. She watches me in the mirror as I clear her passages. Again, she enjoys her reward. We finish with a warm compress to her face, say “Bye-Bye” to her dirty tissues vanishing into the toilet, and clean the nozzle and syringe. She watches. I let her hold, spray, squeeze, before everything is put away.

She plays for awhile, then it’s back to sleep. Her sleep is quiet, and her breathing is easy.

 

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For all who work in the healthcare profession:

God bless you. You made the decision to serve humanity in the medical field. The years of school, many hours of study, learning twice as much principles, philosophies, methods, etc. of medicine in such a short period of time, large student loans to repay-you sacrificed.

God protect you. Emergency rooms are full, sometimes overflowing with patients. For the many hours on your feet, sometimes eating a hot meal gone cold, patiently dealing with irritated, at times unreasonable, sick patients and upset family members-you’re there.

You’re human. You’re not perfect. You make mistakes. You’re not God.

I praise God for you, and I pray for you. My life is in your hands when I’m sick and in pain, and sometimes what I do on my own doesn’t work. I make it my business to lift you up before God-the original physician, healer, creator, and restorer of my body, of my health. You are his co-laborer, so I ask him to give you wisdom, strength, compassion, and faith. I love, appreciate you, and the care you give!

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You know your church is doing something right when the neighborhood residents greet you with an enthusiastic “Hi!” before you can give them the same greeting. 

You work the soup kitchen on Easter Sunday…and have more people to serve than normal.

The basketball team members include youth from the neighborhood.

Children and young people stand outside the gym, waiting for the doors to open so they can play.

A senior plays the old, but working piano, while waiting to be served by community service.

Couples living together become married, baptized, active members.

Abstinence is actively taught and modeled beyond weekly worship.

Anyone can come and participate in the children’s and youth ministries.

Tutoring is available for those needing extra help beyond school hours because they cannot afford private sessions.

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I do not remember the whole story, but I heard it in a sermon, the question asked : “If this church were to burn today, would the neighbors care?”

Matthew 25:40-And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of  the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me. (KJV)