This week I've been visiting doctors, getting checkups, getting tests, and generally being a lab rat. My health has been better, so any prayers you could spare could be appreciated... but enough about me!
Since I've been feeling not-so-good lately, and since the whole HHS mandate fiasco's been so annoying to me, I've felt relatively pessimistic in the past week.
Well, during one of the many waiting room visits (I hesitate to call them doctor visits, since I usually spend more time in the waiting room ;-), I heard a lullaby play over the hospital's PA system. Nobody seemed to notice it, but I asked one of the receptionists what the lullaby meant (I figured maybe it was employee nap time or something like that, being 3 in the afternoon...).
When she told me that a baby was just born in the labor and delivery area, a little tear caught in my eye. What a great thing to have happen while I was sitting there!
A few days later, I was back in the waiting area for a while, and just before I was called to get a test done, I heard the lullaby again (awesome!)... and about a minute later, another lullaby!
Sometimes these little moments can turn a day around 180°. I'm still pretty happy to have been at the hospital during three births, and I'm reminded that, as Malcolm says in Jurassic Park, "Life finds a way." Life finds a way to bring you back to hopefulness. Life finds a way to remind you that death and cancerous beliefs in society (like the contraceptive culture's belief that it's a positive influence) will not be victorious in the end.
I'm feeling a little better now.