psalm 39

With verses about being speechless, Psalm 39 was poignant last night while Ally read with Pads. Earlier, Ally had been back to work for the first time in 6 months, and she had heard that a colleague's relative in their early twenties was in a fatal decline after their cancer had returned. Here again, Psalm 39 has something to say to us all:

⁴LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is: that I may know how frail I am.
⁵Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity.
⁶Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.
⁷And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.

After a really optomistic start to the week, Pads, sad in bed, is a pathetic sight. But, as a carer, it is still wonderful to see the feed and water going in relentlessly. He's comfortable and reading lots... able to raise a smile. We just need him to pull out of this particular trapdoor.