Heavy Day

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Today was what I call a "heavy day" at work (the hospital).

Some days are like that. It's just the way it is.

I had two separate people in the same day, at two different times say to me:

"I am XX years old. I'm done."

Both feeling hopeless and discouraged and with a whole list of illnesses and problems. Both arguing that I couldn't possibly understand, and that "I have a right to die."

Sometimes, people say that, and they mean it, in passing. They are tired. They are frustrated. They are in pain.

These two are the same, and experiencing all that, but it felt different. Utterly hopeless. Like they meant it.

Yikes.

Pray for this man, and this woman. Who aren't really all that old. Or maybe they are. I don't know. It's up to God to decide when it is time. But if we give up the fight, the will to live, and lose hope, that has an impact, doesn't it?

Pray for the Lord to move in their hearts and give them the will to live.

Pray for all their health care providers.

Pray for their families.

Pray that tomorrow is a better day-not so heavy.