Holding Our Breath

The last few days have been an emotional roller coaster, to be very honest. Since last night at 11:00 Dad has had many episodes of no breathing. They have lasted anywhere from five minutes to eleven. Yes, eleven minutes of no breathing with an oxygen level so low it doesn't even register at times. From 2:00 this afternoon, until 10:30 this evening, they have happened, like clockwork, on the hour. Each time we have wondered if Dad will survive, practically holding our own breath, with our fingers on his pulse. Finally, to the amazement of all of us in the room, we begin to see faint breaths fogging the oxygen mask over his tracheotomy.

So far, for the last two hours, Dad has been resting comfortably, breathing regularly but shallow. We do not understand this process that we are in, but our trust remains in the Lord who does all things well. Although it is difficult for us to look beyond the circumstances before our eyes, we do still remind ourselves that even now, whatever we ask the Father, He can do for His glory. Our prayer remains that God raise Dad up, as from the grave, or take him home to a whole body. In either case it will mean freedom. We are asking you all to join us in asking God to perform His will for Dad's life.

Thank you all for everything. I simply do not have the words to tell you what you all and your expressions of love and concern mean to our family. May God bless each of you.