End of the Day

I like this idea of blogging this out. Writing is my forte. Or one of them at least. And I know that, in time, this whole crazy mess will look like a gorgeous mosaic from the broken tiles.

Talked to Dad and Mom today. Conversation with Dad was short. He was readmitted to the hospital last night because he was in so much pain. PRAISE GOD! You know you just can't expect little things from God. Ever. I wonder when I'm going to get this through my head!??! My dad has had a grudge against this hospital for 20 years or so. Because they fired him. So he wouldn't go there. But because he couldn't urinate...he had to go. Finally. He had to put his grudge aside and go. He walked in and said, "I don't want to be admitted to this so-called hospital." Today he said, "I can now call them a real hospital." Will you look at that? God changed my dad's mind. I know you don't know him. But this is no short-order! God changed my Dad's mind! There is a GOD!

I was so happy with the progress in his healing (inner...as in emotional healing) that I went for the big guns. I started talking to him about the "cells" they removed. Because yesterday he couldn't handle the word tumor...so I tried cells. Cells. Cells is safe right? Nope. He told me they didn't remove anything and he handed the phone to my mom. Okay, so...they didn't remove anything, Dad. What's it take to get through to you? You know what...only God knows. Only God can get you to believe they took out a tumor.

So I talked to Mom for a while. She is having colon problems because of the stress. We prayed. And I know Gayle's vision of my mom handing this over to God is right. There's nothing she can do. She can't strong-arm him into treatment. She can't. If Dad rejects treatment or if he keeps saying he didn't have a tumor, there is nothing we can do. The doctor told my mom he can't be held responsible or have a lawsuit because of my dad's denial. No...we all know what's going on, dear doctor. We know.

Pastor Steve preached on demons again today. He's hitting it hard. And it's good. I got revelation into my Dad's odd behavior...which has been there ever since I was born. Maybe since he was a teen. In prayer group tonight, we had a male visitor...odd for us..but it was Kristy's husband and our pastor of mission, Tyler. He prayed about my dad's hurt from his childhood...and it struct chords in me that he was severly teased and mocked....I don't know how deep the rabbit hole is. But God does. Somewhere in there is the root of all this denial and lying. And Satan would love nothing more than for my Dad to never believe that he had a tumor and never have him get treatment. Cause he takes him out. But ah-ah-ah...you don't win in the end! And you don't now either.

Gayle had another vision for me tonight. She said she saw my family all toghether and we were joyous. We were an idyllic family and there was warmth in the house. Joy. Laughter and wholeness. And she heard, "Trust me, I know what I am doing with your family." And I see he does. Look at the accomplishments already. He is a great God. There is no one above him. No one. God's given me a vision of hope. He's given me a promise of restoration. And you can bet I am going to keep raising that in front of Satan as he goes down kicking and screaming.

Ran my heart out as well today!! 5K...cut 2 minutes and 8 seconds off of it. Running for someone because they can't is amazing fuel. I've never been so inspired to run unselfishly...pretty amazing the things God is showing me through these last 60 some hours.

God took seven days to create this crazy planet...I wonder what he'll create out of the chaos in the next 4 days. I know rescue is coming. Cause right now...we're in the boat, the storm is taking us to the other side...but Jesus is in the boat too. And he's so at peace, he's still.