This is what I know: as a child of God, I do not have to conform to the percentages and odds the world gives me. I can call upon the great Healer, my Jehovah. In times like this, I think of the story in the bible of the very sick woman who was absolutely desperate to try anything. So desperate, in fact, that when Jesus walked by her, she pushed through the crowds and just touched Jesus' robe. I can't imagine the kind of desperate situation she must have been in to in one last act, hold onto the bottom of somebody's clothing. But for whatever reason, she did. I love to imagine the kind look Jesus gave her as he turned around, so touched by her faith. What was it like for Jesus to look at you so touched? What was it like to hear him tell you that because you had faith in him, you were instantly freed of the pain and sickness you carried with you for so long?
I know that God can take my father, he has always been God's. And if He does, I will accept that it was His plan. But I am still holding onto the bottom part of His robe, having faith that no matter how many numbers and odds are thrown at me, it is certain that if God wills it, he can turn around and look into my father's eyes, and heal him instantly. I pray that He will.
