He regretted things.He needed to say sorry.And while he’d thought their parting was mutual, he had obviously not treated her as he should’ve.
The questions seemed endless, a million rabbit trails he could resolve by talking with her.But how could he do that when she seemed determined to avoid him?
“God,” he prayed aloud in the dark room, “You’re gonna have to make a way.Even if she doesn’t want to be reconciled I need her to forgive me.But,” he swallowed, “it’d be even better if You could somehow do a miracle.Because I miss her.”
He closed his eyes, his heart edged with a smidge of peace, and soon fell asleep.
Morning light rippledacross the room as he slowly awoke.It took a moment for his brain to reboot, then he remembered where he was.That’s right.Hospital.Pain.Kidney unfun.
Nausea swam inside, accompanied by fresh shivers.Maybe those antibiotics still needed to kick in.He flicked open his phone and read today’s devotion on his Bible app.
The verse for today was from Matthew, chapter nineteen:With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.
And sure, it might be Jesus talking about who could be saved, but other New Testament verses showed that God could do miracles.Ephesians, chapter three, even talked about how God could doexceedingly abundantly above all we could ask or think.
Godwasa miracle-working God.Kyle knew it, but was grateful for the reminder, especially when the verse for today seemed an exact answer for last night’s prayer.“Thanks, God, that You’re God, and can do anything.”
His phone flashed with a notification and he opened up the Northwest Ice chat.
Hey Kyle, what do you call a person who donates a kidney?
He smiled at Tom Chavez’s question in the group chat, then typed back,
What?
Donate one kidney and they call you a hero.Donate two, they call you a saint.But donate three or four and suddenly you’re a monster.
He chuckled, his side instantly protesting.Oh well.It was worth a laugh.
Ryan Guillemette typed
Hope you’re feeling better.
Thanks.Hope you are too.
He smiled, as his message flew into cyberspace.Edmonton had lost last night, so Seattle was now second place in the Pacific Division and positioned to gain home-ice advantage in the playoffs.Each of the four divisions’ first- and second-placed teams were a lock, the last spaces wildcards based on points and percentages.Now Seattle had overtaken Edmonton they needed to continue their momentum.
A facepalm emoji raced back, drawing another smile.
San Jose’s Doug Lehtonen joined the chat.
Why are kidneys so chill?Because they go with the flow.
Ha.
Drew Stanley, another newer member from Vancouver, added a meme.
What did one kidney say to the other one?It’s bean renal.
Kyle rolled his eyes, then typed,
You guys know I haven’t actually lost a kidney, right?
What?You’re wanting us to feel sorry for you and you haven’t even lost a kidney?I feel kid-ney sad.
That was Chris.Of course it was.
Kyle messaged
