Lately, life has gotten very sweet. Or maybe it has always been this sweet, and I just needed some dark seasons to pass by before I could fully taste the goodness.
|My parents at speech therapy during Daddy’s
hospital stay, more than a month ago.
My dad and I chatted on the phone yesterday for half an hour, about life, faith, cooking… When he has his stroke on July 20, I prayed I’d see him even SMILE normally again… yet there I sat yesterday, not rejoicing that we have Daddy and his smiles in a partial sense, but that he is on a road to recovery that is so full that I can now ask him for advice on both complex Biblical doctrine and the best way to skin garlic. I hung up the phone and laughed out loud at God’s mercy. Don’t get me wrong… there is much healing to go. But distances he has already come point straight to the goodness of God.
There is so much more I want to write about our sweet, sweet life right now, but my dad’s progress is enough beauty for one day.
“I am the LORD, your healer.” – Exodus 15:26