It’s 1am.  The nurse just came in and woke Joree from a sound sleep to give her a breathing treatment.  Shortly after another nurse came in and pricks her finger to take a blood sample.  Shortly after that another nurse comes in to administer pain medication.

It is day six of another long hospital ordeal for my daughter Joree.  Tonight she reminds me of Jesus…suffering.  When Joree is not in pain there is not a moment when she does not exude joy.  Smiling, singing, spouting her own language with glee.   All amidst suffering we just don’t experience very often and yet for her it is a daily cross.

Joree suffers not as a consequence of poor choice but simply because she lives in a fallen world.  Jesus suffered as a choice to save us all.  When he wasn’t suffering he was a joy to be around.  He healed, encouraged, comforted everyone that chose to hear his words and feel his heart.  When you are around Joree you feel better joining in her joy.

It’s 1:50 am now…and Joree fell back to sleep.  I have always imagined walking with Jesus and what it must have been like.  Maybe I know…