“The Lord is my strength and my song; he has given me victory.
Songs of joy and victory are sung in the camp of the godly. The strong right arm of the Lord has done glorious things!
The strong right arm of the Lord is raised in triumph. The strong right arm of the Lord has done glorious things!
I will not die; instead, I will live to tell what the Lord has done.”
Psalms 118, 14-17
My mum has been praying these verses over Mustafa for quite some time. She sent me a voice message in which she is reading from the Psalms to him. When I was standing next to his bed today, I held my phone next to his ear so he could listen to it. Only God knows how much Mustafa senses the things that are hap-pening around him, or how much he will remember. But I believe the things we declare have at least an impact on the spiritual world.
We met Mustafa’s doctor who gave us a few updates: during yesterday’s surgery they were able to remove all the dead tissue from his leg. He explained that they want to perform a tracheostomy because the longer he is intubated, the bigger the risk of a lung infection and they can’t wake him up as long as he is intubated. Of course, Mustafa’s mum asked all kinds of questions: Will he be able to walk? After the tracheostomy, will you wake him up? And will he be able to talk to me then? Will he be in pain? …
Unfortunately, the tracheostomy had been postponed again, but will hopefully be performed tomorrow.
I love Mustafa’s mum so much. In all of this, she is so patient and brave and enduring. It was wonderful to spend time with her. In the gap between the visiting times, we went outside to get some fresh air. Because there was no other space, we sat down on some rocks next to palm trees on a little traffic island in front of the building. This was so peaceful. Thank you God for giving your peace in the midst of the storm.