Apr 212010

The nurse’s note on the chart told me that the boy was here for wheezing.  He had recently been hospitalized because he had been in a house fire, and this was a checkup to make sure he was doing better.  I did the normal “doctor” stuff.  Asked a few questions about his breathing.  Listened to his lungs.  Reviewed his medications.  He seemed tense, as if he was waiting for me to do something more.  Something worse.  I fumbled to find some reassuring words, but my ineffectiveness was obvious.  Finally I mumbled something to his grandmother about checking out with my attending physician and backed out of the room.

I told her the medical story, but was surprised when my attending asked what had caused the fire.  I had been curious myself but was uncomfortable asking – afraid to overstep my self-imposed professional limits.  She smiled slightly, and I realized that I was about to get a lesson in human relationships.  Within a few moments the whole story was out.  The boy had been playing with a lighter and had accidentally set the fire.  He had escaped with some minor injuries, but his mom and sister were not so lucky – both had died.  He was now in foster care, placed with the maternal grandmother.  It was a terrible story, and yet somehow there was grace in the telling of it.

Grace can be defined in several different ways. 

Elegance.  Beauty.  Favor.  Mercy.

I saw all of those demonstrated in the conversations I witnessed that day, as my attending engaged a hurting family and created a space for them to share.  As a grandmother extended mercy and forgiveness to a grandson.  As physical healing ended and emotional healing began.

When people understand that you care about them, that you are truly interested in who they are and where they come from and what they are going through, then the interaction flows in a rhythm that is easy and beautiful.  Difficult questions become easier to ask, and difficult stories become safer to tell.  In that kind of relationship, there is unbelievable grace.  And life is better for it.  But we must be willing to care.  Are you ready and willing?

“Walk with me and work with me – watch how I do it.  Learn the unforced rhythms of grace.”     Matt. 11:29, MSG

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3 Responses to “Grace”

  1. lisa Feist says:

    beautifully tragic story…powerful verse.
    I have recently been moved by the truth that we must ACT to show our love, forgiveness and care for each other. Whether it is missing a friend and continuing to reach out and contact them, or sending an encouraging message to someone that “wronged” you. When you take action in love it does more to heal yourself than the other person you were trying to effect.
    “Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth.”
    http://read.ly/1John3.18.NIV

  2. Greg says:

    Doctor Deb,

    Thank you for…. everything. Too many thank you’s to mention. Thank you for writing. Thank you for truly caring.

  3. Whew. I thought I was already jacked up. Today reading this and also hearing Kay Warren at Catalyst West has taken me to a new level of broken. The pieces of me keep getting crushed smaller and smaller. :)

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