Psalm 71:14 As for me, I will always have hope; I will praise you more and more.
This photo was taken a week or so ago here at home. I've always loved rainbows, the quintessential symbol of hope. I get excited every time I see one. I run and tell the family, "Come outside and see the rainbow!" I don't know how we'd have made it through those anxious days and endless sleepless nights in ICU during February and March without hope. And it is hope that sustains us still. Hope that Eric will soon get the trach out, hope that his physical ability will continue to improve, that he'll not always have shortness of breath with exertion, that he won't always need oxygen. And when we really let ourselves get hopeful, we hope that someday he'll be able to play his trumpet, that he'll run and play with his brother and friends. We hope that someday, years from now, this whole ordeal will be but a blip on the radar screen of his life.
Post-Pt Sonic snack . . . country fried steak toaster and a mango cool breeze.