After a 12 hour shift and a speedy handover to the morning staff on Monday morning I dashed next door to A ward so that I could relieve the other nurse to go and handover. 'Talk at the speed of light!' I said, in an attempt to ensure we could both go upstairs, get breakfast and pack lunch and then dive into bed for the much need sensation of being horizontal. Sarah went off next door in the same hazy blur that I was in, and I propped myself up on the counter, trying desperately to stay awake, and hoping (I am a bad nurse....!) that no one needed anything too major in the next 10 minutes (bearing in mind keeping my eyes open was challenge enough right now.)
From somewhere I heard a little high pitched voice singing, and the voice though soft grew a little louder. I managed to see just behind the curtain that Benedict one of our 6 year old boys was lying on his bed, playing with his stuffed toy, bandaged legs flailing in the air, and like there was no one else in the world, was singing his song.
'There is no one like you...papa...aaaaoooooo...
'You woke me up this morning and send me on my way, so who then shall I praise.....
'I will praise him, I will praise him, and if I don't priase him, whom then shall I praise.'
You have no idea how much that song penetrated my soul. 6 Years old, perspective on the day ahead - God has woken him up and sent him on his way and therefore should be praised. Hang on, who's supposed to be the 'wise one' in this situation. As they say, out of the mouths of babes. So I may have not been 'woken up' I was clearly barely hanging on to being awake, but yes, God had sent me on my way today.
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