My father has a few weeks to live. He is 83, with inoperable cancer. It has all come quite suddenly, and my brother, sisters and I are all of a sudden thrust into new responsibilities of supporting our mother, visiting Dad, settling his affairs.
I was there when the doctor told Dad and operation wouldn't help him. Dad is a quiet man, and he took the news very quietly. He is a quiet, constant christian, and I believe that the love of God will continue to sustain all my familiy over the coming weeks. May I share this with you as we travel through uncharted territory? I may need a place to whinge, complain and let it all out. We have our faith to sustain us, but no family is perfect!

I am hanging on to a poem I wrote late year:

Safe in his hand, though the bitter winds call
I am safe in the hand of the ruler of all
Can poverty, hardship, danger or death?
Seperate me from the love of God
I'm safe in the hand of God
The present or future, powers above or below
No matter what evil, cold, bitter winds blow
I am safe in the love of Christ
Born of the blood of Christ
Safe evermore.