My Hope

"For You are my hope; O Lord God, You are my confidence from my youth" (Psalm 71:5).

Hope is a great possession to have. Lose it and life seems to have all its energy drained. Forget to hold on to hope and the planet suddenly appears to have all the oxygen evacuated. But cling to hope and the darkest days, the most trying times, the deepest hurts or the greatest fears can be endured.

Yet hope does not spring from just any source. A car will breakdown. A job may end. A relationship with another human could be severed. A dream could be shattered. But hope in the One True God--Maker of the Universe, the One who never changes--never disappoints. He is the anchor of our soul. He is the foundation of our life. He is the life of our very being. He is our HOPE. Dark days, bad days, sad days, troubling days...you name it kind of days cannot extinguish the hope rooted in the love of God, the strength of His character or the power of His mighty hand.

Hope. I once again return to think of my hope when the hospital stay I hoped would be short seems to be not so short. A week may not seem like a huge deal. But from the first of December until now, 10 weeks have been spent in the hospital. Many of those days were uncertain. Uncertain diagnosis. Uncertain treatment. Uncertain future. And to some degree, we've returned to a place of the uncertain and unknown. While we know a few pieces of the puzzle and where they fit at this moment, there are elements that remain a mystery. The Lord knows, as always, but we await the revelation of those details to the doctors.

Micah continues to be fair. He isn't terribly bad off. He isn't kicking and laughing ready to run out of the hospital. He's fair.

I wish I could give you a lot of details. I can't. I simply ask for your continual prayer for Micah and our family.