He had been on the vent for 7 weeks. I was missing him pretty bad a few weeks ago, not being able to call or talk to him like we usually do. It already felt like I'd lost him, even though I still had faith God could heal him. But he'd been in a coma before for the H1N1 and had told me how horrible it was and I kept thinking, if I was this close to Jesus, and everyone was praying for me to stay, I wouldn't want that. Not being able to move or taste water for all that time. I felt for him. Anyway, I read last night the words "One thing is needful" and I pondered that. Later God put a song in my head about Calvary, a song that reminded me what was important. We're all like Martha, telling Jesus what all needs to be done. But Jesus told her "One thing is needful, and Mary hath chosen that good part that shall not be taken away from her." So Mike goes with him. Because thats what was needful. Not the oxygen count, not the blood count, not the heart rate all these things are what WE think is needful. For here. But not for glory. Thank God we are going to him, soon. This place is not our home.