He's on my heart.
When we first brought Mom to the ICU the second time after the Longest Day In History, there was another group of people in the ICU waiting room. Without meaning to eavesdrop, I heard the story of their person.
He was standing on or walking down a trail at a resort where a bunch of people from his club were staying. Someone else who was driving a golf cart didn't see him since it was dark, and ran him over. He hit the ground hard. Apparently so hard that it caused his brain to bounce back and forth between the walls of his skull.
They got him to the hospital where Mom is, and they were able to perform a surgery to open up part of his skull to relieve the swelling of his brain. They're doing all they can for him, but it doesn't seem to be enough.
Alex is dying.
So I'd like to ask you to stand in prayer with me for Alex. To have God touch his body, and to have God's will be done in his life. And while you're at it, please remember his friends and family, who haven't left the hospital since this happened. They were talking tonight in the waiting room about how much they would miss him.
Just like we'd miss anyone who was part of our family.
Thanks for praying.