Love you daddy

From the time I was 2 years old, my dad has had a fatal liver disease. He was in and out of hospitals throughout my childhood. It was not pleasant. But God really has spared him from a lot, and he got to walk me down the aisle and watch his grandson be born (well, watch from the waiting room that is). There were a lot of times when the Lord could have taken him, and he spared him. We have always been grateful.

Recently, his condition has been getting progressively worse. And after 24 years of waiting, he finally got put on the list to have a liver transplant. He was given a beeper (like a pimp) and has been waiting to be beeped. This morning at 5am I got a phone call from my sister. I hate 5am phone calls, because they only mean bad things.

She called and told me that they were going to the hospital and that dad was going to get a new liver. It's a scary thing when you stare death in the face. To wake up and think, "This might be the day my dad dies." I hate it, it feels awful and terribly helpless. But I am also so grateful that he will finally be able to get something his body has so badly needed for as long as I can remember. I talked to my dad on the phone this morning, and tried not to think that it could be the last time I talk to him.

He made a few jokes and made me laugh. I love that about him. He taught me to do that as well. In fact, during my 17 hour stint in labor, I was making all the nurses laugh hysterically. It's a trait that I love about my dad that he gave me. One of the many. Anyways, if anyone is reading this, and I can never really be sure of that, could you pray for him?

"I saw the Lord always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken. Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices; my body also will live in hope, because you will not abandon me to the grave, nor wil you let your Holy One see decay. You have made known to me the paths of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence." Acts 2:25-28