But God, This is MY Dad!

This morning I woke up with the song, While I'm Waiting in my head. It was the song that was in Fireproof.

I'm waiting
I'm waiting on You, Lord
And I am hopeful
I'm waiting on You, Lord
Though it is painful
But patiently, I will wait

Waiting has been the name of the game for us lately as we have been waiting for results for tests to come back to tell us what is going on with my dad.

They say the hardest thing is is to have a sick child. Well, I'm pretty sure having a parent who is suffering with an illness must run a close second.

I must say that I have always been blessed with my health, with the health of my kids and I have always have healthy and active parents. I have have close friends with sick kids and parents but this has never been me. Now it is. Now I find myself crying out to God, saying, "but God, this is my Dad...MY dad!"

So often I come back to the same things, the same promises, the same scripture...

Romans 8:28-29...that God works all things out for the good for those who love him and that he is molding us to be like his son.

1 Corinthians 10:13...that I'm not the first person ever to have gone through a trial. God will get us through this. He's not going to give us more than we can bear.

Back in October, My dad came out for the Iron Man. It's a race that takes place where ATVs and dirtbikes race. He took pictures of the event. He walked the woods and rugged terrain with me and it was a struggle for him to walk. He made the comment that he didn't know what was going on with his legs. I knew at that time that this was serious and that not only was he hurting physically but he was scared. This was his livelihood!

I began to pray.

The next day, I had to serve in the Preschool room. I knew that God was speaking to me. I was amazed that the lesson was on Feet. Of all things, Feet! Patti Emmert read The Foot Book and the kids traced their feet and we talked about how we serve God by using our feet. And then the Bible story that went along with the lesson was the story of the healing of the man who couldn't walk.

Acts 3:2-10
2 Now a man who was lame from birth was being carried to the temple gate called Beautiful, where he was put every day to beg from those going into the temple courts. 3 When he saw Peter and John about to enter, he asked them for money. 4 Peter looked straight at him, as did John. Then Peter said, “Look at us!” 5 So the man gave them his attention, expecting to get something from them.

6 Then Peter said, “Silver or gold I do not have, but what I do have I give you. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, walk.” 7 Taking him by the right hand, he helped him up, and instantly the man’s feet and ankles became strong. 8 He jumped to his feet and began to walk. Then he went with them into the temple courts, walking and jumping, and praising God. 9 When all the people saw him walking and praising God, 10 they recognized him as the same man who used to sit begging at the temple gate called Beautiful, and they were filled with wonder and amazement at what had happened to him.

So I remain hopeful that God wants to heal my dad. I continue to pray. I don't want to see him in pain. I don't like to see him like this.