I'm catching a plane at 1:40pm tomorrow. Flying to San Diego to see my dad. He went in the hospital today. They think he has a rare autoimmune disease. Doctors say they need to be aggressive in starting treatment with steroids and they will not wait for the results of the biopsy because the disease causes blindness so fast. I want to go see him.
Psalm 121
1 I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The LORD watches over you—
the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
7 The LORD will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
8 the LORD will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.
2 comments:
Oh dear; I hope he is okay! Was this sudden? Prayers to you, your dad and family, Lil. I hope the treatment goes well. Big hugs.
I'm sorry to hear about your dad. I hope there is something that they can do for him.
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