Divine Touch

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Karen checked the ventilator and pulled a rocking chair close to the crib. As a home health nurse for ventilator-dependent children, most of her patients had congenital diseases few have heard of. 

Some parents refused to touch their child for fear of disrupting the intimidating devices surrounding the crib. Others had checked out emotionally, unable to manage the daily sorrow. Often, Karen’s was the only physical touch the child experienced.

Her patients couldn’t speak—they were intubated—and few could respond in observable ways. But, when Karen held and rocked them, they communicated spiritually, directly to her soul. Their silent messages were pure and clear.

On one of her last days in this realm, while her body lay unresponsive in Karen’s arms, little Lisa gratefully connected with her loving caregiver and said, “I’m so happy. I’m going to be able to walk.”

Our time, touch and talents are divine gifts that enable us to minister to others. In return, those souls bless us in unimaginable ways. We are here to serve one another.