Sunday, October 20, 2019
Yesterday my brother told me to “stop playing God!” In order to keep peace in an angry family, I didn’t ask him to explain himself. Stop caring? God is love and he cares. Stop making decisions to help my mom? Mom made me the medical proxy. She asked me to make decisions. How do I stop playing God and responsibly carry out Mom’s wishes?
My son Matty and his wife Nora are doctors, and they play God every day. They extend the lives of some, and they watch another pass from this life. They want every patient to live long and prosper, but unfortunately, not all will do that.
If I could play God, I would want my Mom to spend time with all of her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. I would want her to remember the names of all of us and to feel good up until her final breath. I want her happy and healthy. Health and safety come first, and then the happiness because if the surroundings are not safe, the happiness will not last.
Maybe playing God is not such a bad thing to do. Perhaps I should play God more, not less.
He has some good plans.