When I last visited my dad, his once six-foot-four frame was bent and crumbled in his bed from the effects of aging and pneumonia. Many of you prayed for Dad so I thought you would appreciate this update–the prayers of the saints do touch God’s heart!
My dad is still alive! When I had to leave him eight months ago I did not expect to see him alive again. Though very frail, he was dressed and sitting in his wheelchair watching the television when my sister-in-law and I walked into his room last week. When he saw me, Dad grabbed my hands as he looked into my face repeating softly, “You’re beautiful . . . you’re just so beautiful!” With tears in my eyes and a grateful heart all I could say was, “Oh Daddy, I love you too!” We visited until it was time for him to go to lunch, knowing that he would probably need to sleep the rest of the afternoon. When we left he gladly joined his seatmates as we promised to visit again the following day.
Later that night, my brother received a phone call informing him that Dad was being transported to the hospital emergency room. Fearing a repeat of the last time Dad was rushed to the hospital, we prayed for Dad as we wondered . . . what was going to happen this time? The emergency waiting room was overflowing when we arrived; we were told that we would have to wait to be called back to see Dad. When we were finally called back, instead of seeing him terrified and confused as he struggled to breathe, Dad’s eyes and words met us with marked irritation, “I have been here for an hour and have yet to see a doctor . . . what the heck am I doing here?!!” My brother and I resisted the temptation to laugh, both of us relieved that this definitely would not be a repeat of what happened before!
We ended up sitting all night with Dad, waiting for the results of tests that would help determine what his doctors thought was the best treatment plan for Dad. The odd thing about it was that he was more awake and talkative than I had seen him be in over a year! Several times, worried that he needed to rest, I closed my eyes with the hope that he would follow my example. When I opened my eyes to see if he was asleep, I was startled to see his eyes staring into my face! It was as if he was intent on drinking in all that he saw to be savored at some later date. In the end Dad was released to go home at about four in the morning; but because he is wheelchair bound we had to wait until eight to arrange transportation to return him to his apartment. A special bus finally arrived to return him to his apartment. As he was being raised in his wheelchair on the bus’s elevator I was gifted with this most precious sight:My eighty-seven year old father with his arms raised in victory like Rocky! Having endured an “all-nighter” in the confines of a local emergency room . . . he was happily escaping to return to the place he has come to call “home”. . . .
As he continued to wave and the bus took off, I felt as if we had somehow switched places, as I remembered the day I climbed on the school bus to attend my first day of kindergarten. Back then it was me, waving happily at the start of a new adventure. I did not have a camera to take his picture, but it will remain etched in my mind so clearly that I know I will never forget Dad’s joy-filled victory.
It ended up being a wonderful week of blessing for me and my family. When I left it was a teary but joyful goodbye as I entrusted my dad and family to God’s loving care.
Thank you for your kind prayers, they mean more than you can ever know!“But thanks be to God who always leads us in triumphal procession in Christ and through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of Him.” II Corinthians 2:14
All to His Glory!