Today had to be one of the hardest days of my life. I'm sure it was for my father, and for the rest of my family as well. Early this morning, I got "the call"--- my worst nightmare had come true. A loved one had a brush with death and was not out of the woods.... yet. Far from it. My Dad went into Cardiac Arrest early this morning. His heart stopped beating for nearly ten minutes. It doesn't look good. Not good at all. Just as I left this evening, we had finally got word that he could almost be considered stable..... almost.
We are interceding on his behalf--- "Lord, please heal him. May He wake up if only for one second, to hear him say that He accepted Jesus into his heart. We are not ready to let him go. If I have to say goodbye-- please don't let it be forever."
I am crying out to my Lord---- "Please ease his discomfort and make him whole." Selfishly... I am not ready to say goodbye. None of us are.
I'm exhausted. And I am weary. Comfort us Lord.