Last Saturday, I went to visit two church members with my cell group members. The first family has a business but since the man of the family faced with the second attack of stroke, he is bed ridden or stays mostly in the bed now. And what's tiring is that, his wife said, he might wakes up 10 times a night just to go to the toilet and how burdensome it is for his wife to carry his weight and direct him to the toilet. We can see tears flooding in her eyes yet she did not let them flow down freely. She held back. I guessed she was still not familiar with us to cry in front of us. And...I could sense the message of , "no matter how much you cry, you still have to FACE it." She was strong.
The second person that we visited was one with kidney failure. She has become so thin and frail that I almost can't recognise her. Her husband is a lorry driver and a few families of the lorry drivers stay in the same house considered as a 'hostel' to them. She looked exhausted and she told us how she hungered for different food but she was not able to eat them because she kept vomiting after each meal. The vomiting might be through the night which cause her to be sleepless.
I could only sigh after meeting the two members. My tears flowed in my heart as I watched them and imagined how they cope with their lives even for the next moment...They need people to care and make sure they stay on the right tracks of mind to look up at God.
