Hope

A quiet day for Pops. He works hard to breathe when he's off of the resprirator, but he's doing well. He's usually off for five hours, then on for one. He doesn't like to mouth much while off the respirator because he needs to focus on his breathing, so it was a pretty quiet day.

They did get him up in his chair for some time, so that's good. He'll have dialysis again tomorrow. Doctors are still baffled as to why his kidneys aren't working. All we do is wait.

Who knows...there may be change tomorrow, or things may stay this way for some time. It's hard to tell. I distinctly remember four weeks ago thinking that in a month, dad would be so much farther. It's hard to believe that a month later, he's no better, if not worse. Still lots of unknowns.

But we have hope. Hope that he's healing. Hope that the Lord continues to work in him. Hope that the Bears win the Superbowl. (Inappropriate timing? Maybe. True? Of course.)

Hope is a beautiful thing. Thank you God for not being baffled. In a world of unknowns, thanks for giving us hope. We are trusting in You.