|Pretty blossoms in the hospital courtyard|
|Romans 8:26 |
Likewise the Spirit helps us
in our weakness. For we do not know
what to pray for as we ought,
but the Spirit himself intercedes for us
with groanings too deep for words.
When I arrived at the hospital this morning, my aunt's hair was disheveled and if it had a voice, her hair would have stories I just can't hear right now. My mom's hair is sweaty and matted. It needs its owner to get up and wash it and style it. I would even be ok if she used the curling iron and that's saying something.
Having a good hair day in a hospital seems like a waste, at least it does for me.