A Time to Die

Just got this from Joshua's parents:

This week the doctor cancelled all scheduled curative treatments for Joshua and he signed his precious handicapped signature to begin to receive hospice home care. According to the doctors, Joshua’s length of life is now better measured by weeks rather than months.

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die…” --Ecclesiastes 3:1-2

Not unexpected given his diagnosis. It has been different to follow a family through this process, however.

We walked over to their apartment with the kids tonight (see Nelson blog for some funny photos). Such a contrast to see six kids full of life running around like crazed things, right past Josh, who could barely sit up in his wheelchair. We spoke a few words, but he just seems tired, tired, tired. Takes a lot to remove the life out of a 31 year old. His speech is a lot worse, and his left side is now getting quite weak.

His fate is the same as all of ours, just likely to be sooner. What will we do with the days left. I have all assurance I will see Josh again in eternity. In some ways I envy his oh, so close opportunity to rest in the arms of a savior who loves him. Until then, May I live each moment to the glory and pleasure of the one who made me and who is always so close in his love for me. I certainly could never ask for more than I have already been given in this life. Not at all.

These are in reverse order.