When his daddy walked in the door from work this evening, he managed to lift his little head from the soft pillow on the couch.
"I'm sick, Daddy." He whispered.
"I've throwed up. At least two times!"
To prevent any undue concern, however, he uttered this reassurance, "But don't worry. She's going to make me all better."
While that weak little pointer finger lingered in my direction, I exchanged a sheepish grin with daddy.
That's quite some trust, isn't it?
You know... my dad's really sick right now. And while his faith has so far been a tremendous encouragement to us, I just realized what a comfort that level of TRUST must be to him.
"I'm sick. But don't worry. He's going to make me all better." And his finger points heavenward.
That's quite some trust, isn't it?
Now.. unfortunately in this circumstance, my medical savvy is limited to pushing popsicles and spraying lysol. Basically, there's not a whole lot I can do for him.
But our God... our Healer... our Provider. Basically, there's NOTHING he can't do for us.
He is so very worthy to be trusted.
Isaiah 26:4 (Message) "Depend on God and keep at it because in the Lord God you have a sure thing."
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Well said. I am praying for your Dad and all of y'all.
We are praying for your dad, I went through something similar with my Mom and it was very hard, but God was so faithful.
We just got an email from our homeowners assoc and your dad lives in our neighborhood! We will go over and introduce ourselves, and if we can ever help in any way, please let us know!!
Jenny.
Just catching up on all my favorite bloggers. This particular post made me cry. Oh, to have that trust in the midst of such devastation...I am praying for your Dad. Praise the Lord for His faith.
Heather R.
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