the story?

  I was having a routine exam at the hospital and saw something I can't explain. 
 Walking down the hall a doctor, a nurse who was carrying a baby carrier, and two police officers.
All rather grim faced. 

   I don't know what was happening.  I don't know if that child was allright  or not.  I don't know if it was a good thing for the child or the mother or for the doctors or the nurse or what was going on.  I do know that it is a story that I can't finish. 

   We can speculate about the lives of those we 'pass in the hall' .  We can guess or surmise. We can look in the paper for information that would lead to some understanding.   We can make up a story that is happy or sad.  There seems little else we can do.

Wait, no, there is much we can do.
 We can do this because we have a powerful energy of prayer to surround the whole situation.
The physician and nurse, the police officers, and all involved, all surrounded with the love of God and the light of Christ. And that sweet  little baby, God's own child.  Known and beloved by God
  For what-ever reason being walked down the hall. 
For what-ever reason not with it's mother.
For whatever reason a story unfinished.

Unfinished in our book. 
Always a happy ending with God.

God abide
Bobbie McGarey
@2004