Today was a quite day. Had a slow start. Was expecting Layla and Jon around noon, but a call from them in the morning. Due to a series of Unfortunate Events (watch the movie it’s a hoot), their plane was overbooked and they will only be landing tonight around midnight. But Rich will still enjoy seeing them, albeit a day late.

Rich was very alert when I got to the hospital. So we had a nice morning/afternoon. I shared memories of our wedding, read to him, and brought my guitar and sang to him. He seemed to enjoy it. We got a call from some friends in Israel. Rich slept in the afternoon. I was going to make some business calls and try to work, but laid on the sofa in his room for a few minutes and promptly fell asleep – woke up two hours later. A friend from church visited and gave us an anniversary card and a sweet stuffed cat for Rich – to keep him company since Guay cat cannot visit…

Some people from speech therapy visited and did an initial evaluation. Apparently, “Speech” Therapy would be better called “Communication” Therapy. They were there to work with him on how to communicate. They felt the first step is what we are already doing, but need to do more intensively – get him to work on a clear yes (eyes up) and no (eyes down) when trying to communicate. We will also make a sheet with most frequent questions about his needs, so that we can try to jump start when he needs something, and pinpoint it quickly.

So now I’m home. I was going to try to do some work, but find myself totally exhausted, so will take a nap before picking up Jon and Layla at the airport tonight.

Please pray for me to figure out how to best balance my day to meet Rich’s needs, and be able to get back into the swing of working. I’ve missed two weeks of work so far, and really can’t miss more. My clients are all willing to wait, but obviously, mundane things like groceries and bills don’t wait. I’ve tried working at the hospital – but their internet connection is not that great, my modem does not work well there, and it is hard to concentrate – too many interruptions, and if Rich is awake, I feel bad not being able to at least sit by his side where he can see and know he is not alone.

Rich, me, and the whole family (the kids and his brothers and sister) all need strength at this time. Rich’s stroke has impacted all of us in so many different ways. Each person is dealing with it differently – one thing we all have in common though – it is very hard to see Rich like this. We see in his eyes how much he wants to communicate and how “locked in” he is. All we can do is keep showing him how much we love him, and do as best we can to communicate and help him express himself. It’s not easy.

I find myself recalling the words to this hymn:

1. In times like these you need a Savior
In times like these you need an anchor
Be very sure, be very sure
Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock

This Rock is Jesus, Yes He’s the One
This Rock is Jesus, the only One
Be very sure, be very sure
Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock

In times like these you need the Bible
In times like these O be not idle
Be very sure, be very sure
Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock

In times like these I have a Savior
In times like these I have an anchor
I’m very sure, I’m very sure
My anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock

Here is the story behind the song – so appropriate.

During the fearful days at the height of World War II, this comforting hymn was written.

In the midst of a busy day as a housewife, Ruth Caye Jones felt a direct inspiration from the Holy Spirit. She stopped her work to quickly put down both words and music,  just as they were given to her by God.

Since that day the hymn has been a blessing to countless Christians at special times of need. It has brought comfort during illness, has been used widely at funerals, has encouraged and challenged Christian workers, and has drawn many to salvation.

Mrs. Jones experienced for herself the consolation the words of the song could bring as she spent time recovering form serious surgery a few years after it was written.

–Kenneth W. Osbeck (


I am so thankful for my solid rock – Jesus – Yeshua HaMashiah