I’m sad because while I was in Edinburgh, my father ended up back in hospital. It seems he once again has some kind of infection, possibly in his brain. From being in a high-dependancy unit he is now in a normal ward, on anti-biotics, starting a gradual climb back to some kind of health. I worry that every time this happens his body’s resilience is further battered and bruised. Its a strange thing that seems to attack him so suddenly: the morning before he ended up in hospital he was up and dressed and drinking coffee with us, seeming well.
As we sat at the kitchen table just that morning, he mentioned a quote from the prophet Isaiah: Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. That’s what I’m hoping, he said. I’m left reflecting on those words, hoping them for him too. For him just to be able to walk and not be faint would be enough for now.