Learning To Fight Differently
Dad preached again this Sunday. Even though he could have collapsed any moment. I can totally relate to the calling he feels within him. I’ve had countless Sundays I had no business getting out of my bed. Still God put a fire in my bones compelling me to share His words of hope with others.
I just got off the phone with my dad. Thank God he was able to get a couple hours sleep today. The chemo, steroids, cancer and many side effects have made it very tough. Dad basically has to get rest anytime his body will allow. The past 3 days have left him winded, exhausted and at times very weepy. We all know a lack of sleep will suck the life out of anyone.
Dad loves for my 9yr old Asher and myself to call and pray for him. It seems to be a form of spiritual CPR always resurrecting his spirits. Dad knows only prayer is going to run this demon out. This battle is just way bigger than he can conquer alone.
Praise God dad is determined to get through this storm. He’s not just seeking to weather it. He plans to thrive in the midst of it. Daily he’s been forced to recognize his limitations. However, his growing faith keeps raising his expectations.
God is at work! Especially as dad continues to let his pain lead him to his knees. The more dad humbles himself. The more his strength and hope keeps rising. I really feel a peace about where we are regardless of where this may or may not end up.
“The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.” Exodus 14:14