Dear Sister(s)-in-Medicine,
I dreamed of you last night—not knowing that today is National Women Physicians’ Day.
In the dream, I found you weeping over another irreparable clinical situation (that you wanted so much to heal)—
and I joined you—
and then we were weeping together, in somehow somewhat-lessened desolation.
But when I woke, I wondered: was I the one joining you there?
Because there is One Who weeps with us and heals every disease.
Remember, my sister: just because you aren’t God doesn’t mean you’re a fraud.
Let’s take up His yoke and His armor; let’s work with Him and learn from Him.
Let’s attend to His attending, and witness to His with-ness.
“You Who have made me see many calamities will revive me again…” Ps 71:20a (ESV)
(P.S. I wanted to use “Sisters-in-Physick” in the title, because “physick” connotes “knowledge of the knowable works of God” — but I thought it might be too arcane and perhaps distracting. Certainly it distracted me into pursuing the source of this definition/quote!— through online copies of the British Medical Journal from 1906 and then books by the Puritan Richard Baxter: ah, the adventures and joys to be found on the Internet!)