I think every time I read a blog post from Rory Feek these days I cry. It’s a strange cry because I’ve never met them, but over the last few months I’ve grown quite attached and invested in their story.
I’m pretty sure many others have too.
The update was heartbreaking but beautiful.
Joey is still sleeping a lot and she hasn’t been outside the house in over a week. Too weak and too tired to even try to get up and go out. But today she did.
All of Rory’s blog posts these days are that way. So sad but uplifting in an odd way. You know how this journey is going to end, but it’s a lovely journey despite that knowledge.
Rory says that he, Joey, and daughter Indiana have gone to stay with Joey’s family and his two adult daughters recently drove up from Nashville to visit. This most recent blog post was mostly about them and their relationship with Joey.
And as usual, I cried.
Ugh. I hate crying.
You can read the full blog post here.
Rory also wrote a blog post on Halloween.
And, yes, I cried.
Most of Joey’s immune system is gone now and she’s thin and frail. Where she once jumped out of bed before the sun rose to rush out to her garden… she now quietly sleeps away most of the days. I lie beside her at night and I hold her hand and listen to her breathe. And I pray.
One of the things he wrote about is that they are planning on having a prayer vigil this Thursday that they would love others to join in on.
Joey’s sisters and her best-friend Julie have chosen a special time for people to say a prayer with us for Joey…
Thursday evening, November 5th at 8 pm CST.
You can call it a prayer vigil, or a moment of silence, or what it actually is… a husband asking for help for the woman he loves.
But please, one thing I ask… don’t just pray that Joey is healed. Yes, pray for a miracle. But also pray for peace in her heart, and ours, if God chooses not to let this cup pass from her sweet lips.
His will, not ours.
That’s 8 p.m. central, 9 p.m. eastern, 7 p.m. mountain, and 6 p.m. pacific, just in case you were wondering.
I don’t know about you, but I know what I’ll be doing on Thursday evening.
And, yes, I’m sure I’ll be crying.