Healing rooms
I love hearing about healing rooms,
of the low hum of God’s praises filling a space,
songs of his faithfulness and love.
I’ve been given a healing room to steward as well you know?
Only Harry Styles and Ariana Grande play in mine!
I love hearing about healing rooms,
how gifted artists filled with God’s Spirit
drape fabric, they ruche and dress a space.
Welcoming, leading, facilitating.
The fabric in my healing room hangs from rails around the
bed,
it falls in neat pleats
oh, and it’s key component? It’s washable!
others might have fairy lights and candle light,
I have off
or on so bright you can be examined under it.
But I’m not envious,
mine has special features too.
Blankets in mint green and powder blue
Windows you can crack enough to get fresh air but you can’t open so wide you
can jump out of it
I’ve got working oxygen and suction too
The healing rooms God has given me are open to the public
Bay 1 and 2
Bed 9, 10, 11 and 12
and typical of healing rooms around the world
the people that come through the doors and their families are sick, broken
they’re scared and often desperate.
But here’s the truth.
God himself occupies these rooms
His presence is there.
Not a dilute or weaker God.
Not a less interested or unwilling God.
Not a distracted or otherwise occupied God.
He is fully present there.
So when I walk in to introduce myself at the beginning of my
shift
my voice might say, “Hello, my name’s Bex I’m looking after you today”
but believe me my heart is saying, “Hello Jesus, I know you’re here with us,
thank you Lord.
It’s you and me that are looking after this patient today”.
Amen.
