It was a fine afternoon. An old man and her wife sat in front of a doctor. The man was sat on a wheel chair; his bony figure shook a little. The doctor said he had to be hospitalized. The man suffered for weeks because of his abdominal pain, he had done two surgeries, and now the pain was just unbearable. His wife was beside him, sitting still and took whatever the doctor told them.
The man sighed a deep and heavy breath. Maybe tired for all he has been through. “Why does it have to happen? Why I’ve to be sick again? My wife is sick too and she doesn't even have a chance to go to doctor because of me.” He said it in a whisper. His wife nodded. “I’ve registered to the interna department but no one would took care of my husband if I took my turn. What should I do, my husband is on a wheel chair.”
“I’m sorry to here that,” the doctor said.
The old man sighed for the second time. “Maybe this is the way of God to keep me near. Maybe I would forget Him if I’m not sick. I should be grateful, shouldn’t I?”
I was stunned. And—may be I’m too exhausted so I became a little bit mellow and touchy, for a split second my tears nearly welled. It’s like God himself talked to me, patted me on my back, touched the deepest part on my heart, and rocked me to make me realized that it’s okay, it’s okay, it may be too hard for you now, but I’m here and will always be near. And those troubles and tears you suffered these days are something to keep you near to me.
Cause what if your blessings come through rain drops
What if your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near
What if my greatest disappointments or the aching of this life
Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can't satisfy
What if trials of this life
The rain, the storms, the hardest nights
Are your mercies in disguise