Hymns of Reassurance
Somewhere on the hospital ward, a woman was singing, her voice loud enough to disrupt my thoughts. My focus was on my husband, Bill, lying in the bed in front of me. He needed all the prayer and attention I could give him, even in the middle of the night.
The painkillers the doctor had prescribed were helping him sleep, but the medication to treat the shingles infecting his eye had brought on frightening side effects. He’d been in the hospital for nearly a week, and he wasn’t getting any better. He’d taken leave from his job as a manufacturing engineer, couldn’t drive,
