Hold on to the Nights

Tonight is one of those rare occasions when I don't have much to say, except that I am afraid.

This day arrived with sights, and sounds that are uncomfortably familiar to me; indicators of the inevitable. The slow, labored breathing; limp, motionless body; waxen skin; hollow, sunken eyes. Signs that betray our mortality. I fear these signs: not for my beloved wife, but for myself.

Jane will soon be taken from me, and I am afraid of that. It's a strange paradox to be a Christian, and yet fearful of death. But this world, and this life, is all I know. So tonight, once again, I place my hope and trust in God my Savior, and from this I derive my comfort.

My sister Pam sent me the lyrics to a song tonight that I would like to share with you. It's from a song titled, "Hold on to the Nights" by Richard Marx.

Just when I believed I couldn't ever want for more,
This ever changing world pushes me through another door.
I saw you smile and my mind could not erase the beauty of your face,
Just for a while won't you let me shelter you?

I continue to have the privilege, honor and joy, to shelter my love. One more quotation that I think is quite appropriate in my case:

“God made woman beautiful and foolish; beautiful, that man might love her; and foolish, that she might love him” -Source Unknown

Have a good night, everyone.