The Lord hears your prayers....

Sunday, as I drove home, I cried. I cried for the loss of my fathers memory and freedom. I cried at the loss of knowing my dad will not be there to talk to me every week about what's been going on in our lives. Then, when I was done crying, I started cussing.

I cursed the Lord. I cursed his so called "mercy". I told him, actually, I begged him, "Show me you hear me and you care! Prove to me that you Love me so much, that you will heal my dad! I dare you Lord." It was a long five hour drive. I was alone with my Lord and my sailors mouth cursing him for taking my father from me so soon.

Yesterday I was so mentally exhausted I did not call my dad. Instead I texted my step mother and asked simply "Good day?". The reply made me cry. "Best day yet! Eating lunch at Crispers with dad.". I cried because my dad and step mom were having a day where they laughed and smiled and held hands.

Today when I called, I was shocked. My dad answered the phone. And he sounded like my daddy did just a couple months ago! He told me that yesterday after he had lunch, he went for a swim in the pool, then he even went on to get my step mother to take him to the pier to do some fishing. And last night, for the first time in a long long time, he slep

t for 4 hours straight thru the night!

I know he is not healed. There is no cure. But the fact that he is doing so much better, lifts my heart and my faith. It shows me that I was heard Sunday afternoon through all those tears and bad words. That even if the Lord won't heal him completely, th

at he does have mercy to make him more comfortable on some days.

Thank you Lord for not letting me shed those heart wrenching sobs in vain. Thank you.