My daddy died this morning at 10:15. He is now with Jesus and my two sons and my elder brother. No longer does he have to struggle to breathe...no more sorrow for his past losses. No more guilt for regrets he could not overcome in this lifetime. Nothing to keep him from dancing and singing praises forevermore.
But I need prayer. I was in the doctor's office when I got the call that daddy was in heaven. The doctor seems to believe the indigestion and ulcerated esophagus that I had diagnosed for myself might well have been a heart attack. So she sent me to a cardiologist and I have to have some high-priced tests ($2,300 worth to start) for which I will have to allow God to work His miracles another time.
I'd rather He heal me now. I'd rather live by faith that the pain I had won't return. I'd like to go to Daddy's funeral on Saturday evening, but the weatherman in Eastern Tennessee is predicting two snowstorms. Daddy lived in Mountain City. That's mountains and hollows. Can we have a sunshine laser clear me a path? I turn to all of you who have been so kind to pray for me in the past and thank you now, knowing you'll lift me up again.
Daddy lived 88 years. He wanted to go home. And he did. I praise the Lord for the greatest of His mercy and the sufficiency of His grace. selahV