Today makes one month since Dad had complications after his heart catherization. I’m sitting bedside with him – his third stay in the hospital in that one month period. Not the way either of us wanted to be spending this day.
He’s resting and looking more peaceful than I can really imagine – especially for the turmoil going through my heart and head. Each time the hospital has discharged him, we’ve hoped that they have gotten all the problems solved but new ones seem to arise.
This is where the rubber hits the road in regards to prayer. This is the test of faith and trust in God. This is where I, who has taught on prayer, led prayers and prayed with and for others, really have an honest look at what I believe and feel about prayer.
And what do I believe? I believe that God is still in control. I believe that whatever lies in the future is known and though I may not understand what is going on now, He does. Always has, always will.
More on these thoughts later. I’m running on only about 4 hours of sleep and my emotions are raw.