|Terence and our grand son, Ethan|
Having been married to him for 23 years I have been privileged to witness this transformation as he matured in his walk with God; I saw the mistakes he made but I was privy to the aftermath. He wept when he realized the hurt he had caused and begged to have a heart that pleases God. This is one of the reasons I respect Terence as a man. He made mistakes; plenty of them. But his mistakes not only grieve him, it motivates him to change. What separates the boys from men (of God) is that he always seeks forgiveness and changes his ways.
|Terence officiating our daughter Nadine's wedding|
That's a tender heart. Tender towards the things of God which results a heart at peace. What more is there in life when you come down to it? Is there more?
|Terence's Aunt Shirley from Colorado to visit yesterday.|
This is day three that Terence has been bed bound- unable to exert the energy to get out of bed to his chair even with help. He remains between a semi-comatose state and sleep. I can tell the difference, most people can't. He responds to my voice nicely- he either opens his eyes (partially) or lifts his eyebrows or he usually just puckers his lips for a kiss (eyes closed).
His heart rate is high- between 104 and 124. His temperature remains high. His kidney out put is almost nil- his kidney has lost it's ability to filter, so mostly blood and sediments fill his nephrostomy bag.
He's drinking little and eating almost nothing. Today, I struggled with that. I cried. I still cry.
With every last breath of mine I will continue to hope for a miracle. Terence himself never stopped hoping- and now that he cannot pray or speak for himself I pray for him, I hope for him, I will never stop hoping for his miracle. I will defend Terence and his promise of 86 years. AMEN.