My younger sister Diane has come out from California to help care for me as I recover from this mysterious lung infection. Her prayers have been added to your prayers and the prayers of so many people, so many friends, so many strangers, so many who care and believe in God working through us.
My toughest days in the hospital were in that first week. I struggled, at times, over every breath. The doctors put me on the the strongest antibiotics they could send through i.v. drips in my arms. They worked hard to send oxygen in my lungs, giving me breath.Breath. The breath of life, the breath of God sent into us, the breath of the Holy Spirit. How often I thought of the preciousness of breath and how every breath indeed comes from God.
My sister, Diane, was kept alert to my progress by updates from my wife, shared with friends and family. And one night Diane had a dream, one night less than halfway through my hospital stay.
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