..don't forget to love..

He was there on the bed listening as I arrange his lunch for today. His gaze come to passed on me once or twice since I was in the room. It's been our second encounter. I opened the can of milk, slowly pouring it into the tube attached to his nose. He blinked. I smiled. Then silence fell. I held his hand, felt some strength from it as he tried to move his fingers. I started saying a prayer, something I haven't done to someone. At least not that vocal. I continued holding his hand that is trying to grip mine. I can't merely understand the words that I'm saying, but it seemed so effortless. We remained like that for quite sometime. And then he started moving his other hand. I reached for it and brought it closer over the other. I was brimming to my ear as he threw his eyes on me as if he understood everything. He might just did as tear escape from the corner of his eye and some saliva drooling on the corner of his mouth. It doesn't matter, I wiped it dry. It was the most powerful love I felt today. 

I remember the view of the morning sun from the little window on the third floor before walking in the ICU. "Teach me God to love the way You love". It was my fervent prayer for the day. I've been physically spent from days of working, but then again the sun always shine somewhere. Today, it didn't fail me =)  

While I'm waiting for my cramping legs to get a little better, I imagine my patient lying there on the hospital bed. The days he missed to see the sunshine, or perhaps riding an elevator (and smelling the person next to you and wondering what his scent could be), or merely the thought of just being out of the hospital. When I close the door of his room, I nearly forgot that I still haven't washed my hands and so crying should be delayed, perhaps. I looked at him from the glass window, imagining that one day, my own body will fail. Beauty will lost its brilliance, I would probably won't have the same knack from learned skills, my memory will not be that vivid, and saliva may drool on the corner of my mouth by then. I made up my mind. I will love until that day comes.

There are just so many things I learned these past days of moving out from my comfort zone and being in my courage zone. I'd like to keep it all in my heart and offer it all to God who's always teaching me ways to be far better, compelling me to serve not just with my hands and brain, but above than any skill there is, to love and love and love His way. 

I'm tired but I'm well. Sweet night!=)

P.S.

Make up your mind. Don't forget to love!