The Hospital

I don't want to be here, God.

Look around. See the people through My eyes.

I really don't want to see what they're dealing with.

They also don't want to be here.

Don't you think they have better things they could do?

Yeah, probably. I mean, doesn't everybody?

The parents here with a fussy child, the older gentleman that's cranky because he feels they don't take him more seriously, the woman with diabetes that's been here for hours, they all don't want to be here.

I don't know what You want from me. How can I help them?

Can you give them smiles?

Can you say something nice?

Think about more than yourself.

What do You want me to see?

These people are hurting.

They all have pains, wounds, & aches that I see.

They are not forgotten.

They think no one cares.

I care. Tell them.

I see them. Tell them.

I am waiting with them. Tell them.

How do I do that?

Whatever you've done for these people, you've done for Me.