Love Like Jesus
So it had been nearly 3 weeks since dad has went to the hospital. He was transported via helicopter to the hospital because of heart failure due to too many drugs, basically an overdose. While admitted he was intubated because he couldn't breathe on his own and while there, had two heart attacks, went into cardiac arrest (was dead for 8 min) and a stroke! I have been up there everyday... And everything between us had been great; he only made me cry once! He was also very confused too so it wasn't intentional. Our relationship is not a strong one, he typically said very hurtful things while under the influence, but this time he had changed. Or so I thought.
The Dr came in one day and told me very seriously to remove every bit of alcohol from his home including mouthwash and cough syrup. In front of my father. Up to that point I had not known that dad was admitted to the hospital with a high blood alcohol level on top of the copious amounts of drugs in his system. I was so very hurt... And angry... A very unpleasant, deep down gut wrenching feeling. Much to my dismay while calling my side kick and my support, my sister, Shannon to inform her of his drinking habits she already knew and she informed me that just the previous night he said if we go out to Juicy Tails that he would be having a few beers... WHAT?! You have got to be kidding me!! When dad came back from therapy I was so upset I didn't even know what to say to him. Knowing I was upset, he brought it up... Claiming he didn't know he wasn't suppose drinking and I quickly called his dishonesty because I was there 6 years ago with the dr telling him he couldn't or he would die. Then he claimed they changed their mind. I expressed how upset I was that he had been lying and was refusing to get rid of the alcohol in the house. After he attempted to switch the attention to me and argue, I left. In. Tears. Uncontrollable. Sobbing.
Now, I am able to share this, without the fear of embarrassing my father, I believe he has made things right with Jesus and is with Him today in paradise. I am no different than my dad. I have sins I too am enslaved by that I just can't seem to give wholly to God. I am a work in progress. As is many of you, but, good news... God has promised to continue the good work in us until it is finally finished.
And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue His work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns. - Philippians 1:6
This image was not of my fathers service but a dear friend of mine who just recently lost her father. I had the honor and privilege of documenting this for them. I believe that God orchestrated this, He spoke to me that day through his children. I will never forget this. This day, we celebrated God completing the good work in a man set apart. His legacy will continue on for many, many years. God Bless this family as they start this journey. Please pray for them.
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