Wednesday, January 2nd, 2008

Christa made David French toast this morning, and he ate more of hers than he did of mine. I guess she earned a new job.

I got a call on my cell phone this afternoon and I was shocked to hear David say “Dad?” He asked the nurse if he could call me to ask if I would come over to see him. He asked if I knew what hospital he was in, and I said that I was already in his hallway, almost entering his room. It was fun to have him call me like that!

We had fun hanging out with David as he ate dinner, joking and playing around. Out of the blue he said, “Mom, how about if you go up to ‘Jack in the Box’ and get me a vanilla shake”? It’s hard to say no sometimes and Patty drove away on an errand of mercy.

David got on his ‘My Space’ and Christa read him some messages from his friends. He thought about posting a blog (or whatever it's called) but decided that he wasn’t quite ready to tell everyone about hospital life, and the long rehab awaiting him. It must seem very depressing to him.

Now that David is less medicated, I am afraid that he might need as much prayer for his emotions as for his physical healing. Luckily we serve a big God.

Steve