Each day this week as I drive home from the hospital I pass an IHOP restaurant with a sign out front reading, "Pancakes that never end - $3.99"
It's on a busy street and I'm often stuck in front of that sign for significant periods of time.
Pancakes that never end.
Does anyone else find that disturbing?
At what point does pancake pleasure
turn into pancake pain?
It seems like it has all the ingredients of a nightmarishly abysmal B-movie.
PANCAKES THAT NEVER END!!!!!!
Shouldn't there be some culmination?
I guess it's symptomatic of my mood. This week, more than ever, I am looking for resolution. I am praying for it.
Never ending stories, even those smothered in syrup lack appeal.
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There is another sign which I've seen a lot this week..
That sign is outside the elevator in the hospital where Amy is now well entrenched.
Each time I step into the elevator I look out upon that sign and think of the people who stood in the same spot pushing button 3 to the transplant floor.
What a long ride that must be.
Amy is in room 525, and as the elevator doors close I am thankful that I am pushing button 5.
Amy's prognosis is still clouded in uncertainty and concern, but nevertheless we are quite blessed.
I don't have to look far to see clear signs of that.
Psalm 11:7
For the Lord is righteous, He loves justice; upright men will see his face
