There is a library cart right outside my father’s hospital room. It’s the only time I have seen one in our many visits to hospitals over the past several months. On carts like these, you can be guaranteed to find the usual suspects- John Grisham, James Patterson, Danielle Steele, Nicholas Sparks, etc. And this cart is no different. I ran my finger down the spines of the books, hoping to find something to pique my interest when I landed on a book called The Road. I picked it up and carried it back to the room. My father does a lot of sleeping, so during his downtime I read. Three days ago I picked up that book. By this afternoon, I was almost finished so I stuck it in my purse to complete it this evening, which I did. If you ever get a chance to read it, it’s good. It’s not happy, not at all, but it’s good. Tomorrow I’ll return it to the cart and perhaps leave a few of my own for someone else to discover!
Thank you for your continued prayers. My father seems to be a little better each day, but he still has a lot of progress to make. We aren’t really sure what the future looks like and that’s scary, but we are trusting God to continue to carry us through this.