Living out Faith

The past four days, I have had the challenge of living out my faith. What do I really believe God is capable of, and do I really seek HIS peace and comfort in ALL situations. Living it, and saying it are TWO completely different things.

Last Thursday my Mom called early in the morning to inform me that my Dad was back in the hospital with a reoccurring heart issue. Okay, I thought, we will get through this. By Thursday afternoon, they were arranging him to be transported to Los Angeles where the specialists are and were planning for surgery Friday morning. Friday, my Mom and I drive to L.A. and wait, all day. NOTHING happens, except for my education in what the computer numbers mean on my Dad's heart, and finished a book. Surgery was postponed due to the lateness in the day and the doctors being tired. You don't want tired docs doing surgery on a heart! It was a long day, and a long drive home.

The weekend went by with nothing new to report, except that the doctors were pretty sure that surgery would happen on Monday morning. AHA, the family was there, and they wheeled my Dad away to go play what sounds like Galactica on his heart and fix it. While we were waiting (Mom, brother and I) we had to pray. I had to realize that saying I believe God has my Dad in HIS hands and putting him there was a stretch. I had to prepare myself that the worst could happen, and be actually comfortable with the fact that God was in control. It is much easier to say than to actually do.

My Dad is out of surgery, but the stretching continues..........they now don't want to release him because of his blood pressure being too high. What does this mean? I don't really know, what the ramifications will be, but I know that I am on my knees practicing living out my faith instead of just blurting it out from my mouth. Not only is my Dad in the care of one of the best surgeons in the nation, but he is in God's hands which are so much bigger and stronger. He is where he needs to be for the best care.