Things have been non-stop lately. I meant to write every day and thought I could get by on once a week...which as you can see didn't turn out, either. So, here is an update on my father.
He is home. After a month of being in the in-patient rehap at Sparrow, he came home two weeks ago. Just last week, he was able to start moving his right leg. This is an answered prayer. Still, no movement in the right hand--YET. Also, not talking...yet. He tries to talk but it still isn't freely coming out. You can show him a cup but he can't say the word unless you write the word for him. Most words he can get when they are written...except television. Man, does he try to say that word. He practices it over and over again.
I miss my dad. I miss talking to him and laughing with him. I get down sometimes about it. I look down sometimes about it. The looking down thing got me a few weeks ago. I didn't sleep for two nights in a row because I couldn't quit thinking about all the things that might go wrong. This would be called Not Trusting God. I had to let it all go and remember three things about worry:
1.) When you worry you are playing God. You are not God and are not in control. He is. So let go and let God.
2.) When you worry, you are pretty much saying that God is done working in your life. He isn't. Let Him be in control.
3.) "The attitude of faith does not worry, fret, or have anxiety concerning tomorrow, because faith understands that wherever it needs to go, even into the unknowns of the future, Jesus has already been there." Joyce Meyer
As for my dad, I kind of related the situation like this: your house burns down destroying everything you have inside...but everyone made it out alive. You move forward, not focusing on what was lost but on the new beginnings, the new way of life.
