The past few entries I have written have been rather “Debbie Downer”, but for some reason or another low times encourage me to write.
As many of you know, my father passed away last Wednesday. I’ve never felt such pain. I feel my heart literally breaking. This has been the longest week in my life. Through all the sorrow and pain, I have felt God’s love, comfort and peace unlike any time before. God has answered so many of my prayers throughout the last year.
Since I moved to Tucson, AZ last June I have prayed that I would not get a phone call telling me that my dad was gone. I was blessed to be with my father when he passed away. Yes, he has been sick for over half of my life, but yet it was still sudden. You always think you have more time. I didn’t wake up Wednesday morning knowing that was going to be my last day with him. But because of God’s sovereignty I stayed home that day. A huge prayer of mine was that my dad would not be alone when he passed. And he wasn’t. I was blessed to be there, holding him the whole time before the ambulance got there. Another prayer of mine was that my mom would be able to see him before he died. And she did. As she walked in his room at the ER she held his hand and told him she loved him and he slowly faded. He waited for her.
My dad was an amazing man. He was a fighter. He loved him family so much. He loved his Saviour. He loved God’s creation. Although my heart is broken because I miss my dad so much, I’m envious of where he is now.
I know he is fishing with Jesus.
