Sometime in May:
I watched him hobble across the room like an old man.
“Did you run today?” asked mum, her voice filled with concern.
“Ran 10kms around the base.” He answered.
“Do you really think you should be running with your back like this?” My eyes darted back and forth between the two.”
“It doesn’t hurt while I’m running, it’s fine.” His tone of voice ended the conversation.
“But otherwise you’re walking like an old man,” muttered mum, in a voice only audible enough for me to hear as she left the kitchen.
I sighed and offered up a silent prayer. I didn’t like this, and it wasn’t going away.
2nd of June:
All sorts of medicines and drugs were strewn on the table beside him. It was my turn to sit by the bed and eat dinner with together. He opened his eyes slowly and recognized me. I sat down on the chair and took his hand. His skin was white and wrinkly from spending so many days confined in bed.
He greeted me in a low, raspy voice. I held his food while he struggled into a comfortable position. I strained myself to keep the conversation lively.
“Don’t let this question your faith in God,” he said in his half-alert state. His eyes flickered shut as my voice filled the room, and he didn’t open them again. I realised the drugs had taken affect and slipped out.
3rd June:
His groans don’t scare me now as much as they used too.
5th June:
Mum called the ambulance to come take him away. The morphine wasn't good enough, and he was calling out in pain.
7th June:
Went to visit him today. He smelt like the hospital beds. I don’t like the dark corridors of that prison.
9th June:
I nearly cried after talking to him on the phone today. It’s like dealing with the silly demands a child. His voice is so drawn out from all the drugs as has taken.
The doctors are sending him home today.
This is non-fiction. The last week has been very stressful and confusing for us. I would like to ask for prayers for my dad; he has a protruding disk in the back and it is extremely excruciating pain. For me, I guess this has been a great test in grounding my faith. God allows circumstances like these to help us mature and grow. But God is always good!
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Please send me an email with
Please send me an email with how you're doing and updates. I have been praying for you all nearly every day whenever I think of you.
Maddi, remember this. Here's a verse. "For God is not the author of confusion, but of peace, as in all churches of the saints." 1 Corinthians 14:33 Praying ever more harder for you, dear friend!!
"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson
My family and I will be
My family and I will be praying for you all, Maddi. Remember that no matter how difficult your circumstances are, you have access to a peace that transcends all understanding (Phil. 4:6-7). Praise God that we can trust He is always in control.
The June 7th entry was so
The June 7th entry was so poignant. Every word. It was so blunt and it's amazing how fully it emoted while being so simple. Hang in there. I can't say I've been through quite the same but my Dad broke his leg three years ago and though I don't recall it being particularly difficult (but some of its significance was lost on a 13-year-old, I'm sure) there was a reason for it that we can pinpoint now. It made a change for the better, and I like to think there's a reason for everything. So keep your faith and chin up! Stay strong!
Edit: Wanted to add that I hope this all resolves itself soon!
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Thankyou all so much. This morning my phone kept going off, and when I finally checked it, it was so nice to see it was comments from all of you. :)
Benjamin, thankyou for your prayers.
Megan, I will get to that. Thanks for that verse.
Hannah, thanks as well. Means a lot.
Homey, thanks for the encouragement.
Well, I have good news: It's healing! My dad can walk now, thank God! We are in the middle of finding the right kind of treatment for it. And he won't have to have surgery! Well, for now and at the moment.
Thankyou all again for your prayers, it means a lot and I'll ask you to continue for the complete healing and recovery of his back. Thanks :)
Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh
I didn't see this till just
I didn't see this till just now, but I'll definitely be thinking of your family. I'm glad that it's healing!
"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond
Will Continue...
Will continue to pray and to meditate on the full recovery of your father! Reading this as non-fiction is heart-breaking and I am so sorry that you have had to go through this. Homey is so right, everything happens for a reason, so I hope this experience has helped in some way.
Love and pray,
"Here's looking at you, Kid"
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Write On!
I'll be praying.
I'll be praying.
“D’ye know what Calvary was? What? What? What? It was damnation; and he took it lovingly.”
~John Duncan