There are some days you just need a hug! By the time I got home from Daddy's Tuesday night, I was definitely looking for one and my Debbie was waiting. The same thing happened at work on when I got back....not only did my group surround my dad and I in prayer, but they are full of hugs as well. I'm reminded that they are only able to love me because of who first loved us.
I listened to my dad on the phone last night for 1 hour and 37 minutes. I say I listened because I actually only said maybe 10 words. No doubt he is anxious, agitated, angry, and scared. The medicine has made him terribly aggressive, but I believe that if I could roll back the layers and the facade, I would see my dad is just awfully frightened. I wish there was a way that my sisters and I could help him deal with it better than he is, but I have come to the realization that none of this caught God by surprise. I have to turn it over to Him and be obedient to what the Holy Spirit encourages me to do to be a servant to my father.
Right now, I truly believe that the battle is spiritual am I am praying for heavenly protection from our guardian angels for my sisters and I that we may be protected from discouragement and frustration and be empowered to say and do all the right things going forward.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
God Is Faithful
Do you ever have those days that you just wish you could go to sleep and not wake up until all the storms have passed? I have had a few of those days and to be honest, I did not handle them very well. As a believer, I know that during the tough times that God is always right beside me...helping me to persevere. I also know that I am still a work in progress and I have those times where I am blinded by the stresses of everyday life.
I have always been one that when I love you...I love you for life. There may be days that I don't like you a whole lot, but that doesn't change my love. I would do anything for those I love! There are those times when those who mean the most to us aren't very lovable and that is what I have experienced over the past few days visiting with my dad. I have had firsthand experience with someone's realization that they have a terminal illness. I have had firsthand experience with the terrible side effects of different medicines in combination. I have spent 3 1/2 days in mental misery trying to cope with something I don't understand.
On the other hand..I have seen God demonstrate his love in ways that my dad doesn't understand. He doesn't undersand how, at last count, he has received Chrsitmas cards and notes of prayer/encouragment from 36 different people. He doesn't understand the phone calls of support, paryer, and encouragement. He doesn't understand how the cashier at the grocery store where he has shopped for years stopped long enough to send him a christmas card. He doesn't understand how his son can be so emotional he can hardly speak because his father and hero only has a short time left here on this earth and how anxious he is to know that his father knows he can spend eternity in heaven.
It is a difficult time for my dad. It is a difficult time for my sisters...whom I love very much. It is a difficult time for our families as well because when we hurt...they hurt as well.
"He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds." Psalm 147:3
I have always been one that when I love you...I love you for life. There may be days that I don't like you a whole lot, but that doesn't change my love. I would do anything for those I love! There are those times when those who mean the most to us aren't very lovable and that is what I have experienced over the past few days visiting with my dad. I have had firsthand experience with someone's realization that they have a terminal illness. I have had firsthand experience with the terrible side effects of different medicines in combination. I have spent 3 1/2 days in mental misery trying to cope with something I don't understand.
On the other hand..I have seen God demonstrate his love in ways that my dad doesn't understand. He doesn't undersand how, at last count, he has received Chrsitmas cards and notes of prayer/encouragment from 36 different people. He doesn't understand the phone calls of support, paryer, and encouragement. He doesn't understand how the cashier at the grocery store where he has shopped for years stopped long enough to send him a christmas card. He doesn't understand how his son can be so emotional he can hardly speak because his father and hero only has a short time left here on this earth and how anxious he is to know that his father knows he can spend eternity in heaven.
It is a difficult time for my dad. It is a difficult time for my sisters...whom I love very much. It is a difficult time for our families as well because when we hurt...they hurt as well.
"He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds." Psalm 147:3
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