This evening Adam's heart rate started to climb so I climbed into bed with him and I was talking to him, and praying with him and just laying there with him and his heart rate dropped and he seemed to be resting so I carefully climbed out of bed and his heart rate went back up and he opened his eyes and looked right at me, as if to say "where are you going?" So I climbed back into bed talking to him softly and just cuddling and his heart rate came back down again... that was enough proof for me to see that he knew it was me and wanted me to stay there! So I stayed and cuddled with him for quite some time... I love my man!
So ever since the first night of Adam's accident I have had doctors and nurses tell me this is a long journey, this is a marathon... and I have seen that it is going to be a long journey and already has been. I have been really praying that God would continue to our forth his strength for endurance and hope and He so faithfully has each and every hour.
This morning during our quite time with God, God revealed to me that endurance is inspired by hope (1 Thessalonians 1:3), we are called to hope (Ephesians 4:4), when we hope we are waiting patiently (Romans 8:25), and faith and love spring from hope (Colossians 1:5).
Isn't this inspiring to want to hope the way we are called to? When we hope in the way that we have been called it is not a vague feeling that the future will be wonderful and positive, but complete assurance of certain victory through God. This complete certainty is provided by the Holy Spirit who is at work in us. The assurance of victory through Him makes me fall to my knees and praise Him. I love you Lord, and I lift my heart. I will continue to hope, and my hope is in You Lord.