Today was the birthday they promised wouldn’t come as they waved their hands dismissively and told us to call hospice because my father was as good as dead.
As I stared at my dad laying in the hospital bed, the evidence before me drew that same conclusion… And yet… God.
Deep in my core it didn’t feel right. It didn’t make sense.
Cancer wasn’t killing my father. Starvation and dehydration were.
In 2018, outside the most powerful city in the world, in one of the best hospitals in the area, my father was starving to death. Why? Because he had cancer, so very little effort was put into saving his life.
And so we fought. We pushed back. We questioned everything. We forced reluctant hands into action.
But most importantly we got on our knees and we prayed. We prayed to a God that was good, no matter the outcome- to a God who was working things out for our good, even if it hurt- and to a God that redeemed us with the death of his son and continues to perfect our faith through life’s challenges and trials.
Honestly, there were moments when we seriously didn’t think Dad would be here to celebrate this day, his birthday, and yet here he is… Defying the doctors… And proving that we serve a God that is greater than the odds and a God that still performs miracles for His own glory, and for that we are truly thankful.
So happy birthday, Dad. You are our living, breathing miracle and a testament to the goodness of our Father in heaven. We are so thankful to celebrate another milestone, another year with you! We love you!
Happy Birthday! 💗💗