in class today. My mind wasn’t totally there and I’m sure that it showed. That and being very teary eyed. My guitar playing was poor at best, but we managed. Had 12 men again in class, that is pretty cool. We talked mostly about encouragement and making friends, stuff we all need, especially as men. It was good to see Dave there, I hope he enjoyed it.
After church, Pop and I went to lunch and then to the hospital. RSm and his wife were there, he’s a really sweet person. Also, a bunch of tired relatives. Pop and I went into ICU and prayed for BIL. He looked so pitiful, so stressed. Thus far, he’s even odds, having made it through to the morning. Terri was able to get him transferred to Methodist and he is on his way there now. I don’ t think anyone was down on St. Johns, it’s just that in a crisis situation, you want the best opportunity for long term health and certainly The Methodist Hospital has more resources for any number of potential problems. And there are multiple problems ahead for BIL if he makes it through this crisis alive, which is certainly no guarantee. Diabetes is an awful disease if you let it get out of control.
As happens any time you confront a situation like this, introspection rules the day. I so want to call him up and get him to play the guitar, yet I wonder if that will ever happen again. It may but it may not; actually, the odds are very much against it. You wonder during prayer, should I ask for healing? And then you know, of course I should. But there is risk to that, you protest, because it never seems to happen. And you know that is true as well. I wonder sometimes if our freedom of choice binds us to the consequences of our choices so tightly that God cannot interfere. Or does He choose not to interfere?
If tomorrow never comes, will she know I loved her?
Yes, she will, as does BIL. Ask yourself, can I say that? If so, great. If not, do something about it. Late.