Peace!

My father has been in and out of the hospital since last December. Every time I get the call, it seems like he going to pass away at any moment. He has always pulled through every time. I realize that after I get off of the phone with my step-sister or her mom, after having been given the update on what is going on with my Dad and the decisions that we have made regarding his future, God has given me peace about it. I am an emotional person and I fully thought that I would be a wreck about all of this. I am surprised at it myself. Yes, I am saddened by his failing health, but if the end were to come soon, like I said, God has given me peace about it!

I went down to surprise my dad and his wife this past weekend. The plan was for me to travel to Dad's after I left ISOM on Saturday afternoon. I drove the additional 3-1/2 hours, checked into the hotel ,and went out to dinner with some of my cousins who I haven't seen for a few years. I came back to the hotel and proceeded to get ready for bed. Then my phone rang. It was my step-sister calling me at 12:30 am. to inform me that they had taken my dad to the hospital and the situation looked bleak. They wanted us all to head down there as soon as possible. I informed her that I was already in the area, as I was going to surprise them in the morning. There went that plan. So I head over to the hospital to sit with my family and help support them. They finally let us go back and see him. When we got back there, I thought that he was at death's door. It took my breath away to see him like that.  But again, I felt a peace about it. I didn't feel anxious or nervous, just calmness! Sure enough, my dad slowly began to get better. All of the prayer was working, amen! They moved him up to ICU and were monitoring him for other symptoms of what caused the problem.

I sat with him for about 4 hours on Sunday, and with each passing hour, he was getting slightly better. Not out of the woods yet, but getting better. I was supposed to go home on Monday after check out at the hotel. Check out time was at 11:00 am. I went down to the desk and asked them if I could have a late check out. They said sure, they would extend it till 1:00pm. So I went over and sat with my dad for another couple of hours. The nurses said that he was still stable and still slightly improving. I prayed over him, held his hand for a little while, and then he pointed his finger towards the door, as if telling me it was ok for me to leave. I left there encouraged. If he were getting worse, I would have never left for home.

All the while I was praising GOD for giving me peace about what was happening to my dad! I lean on GOD for my strength, especially in situations like this. He is my strong tower. My comforter! Whatever happens is all a part of GOD's plan! All the glory to Him! Amen!