My Father's Heart......

The phonecall was a warning that daddy wasn't well. From his hospital bed, his weak, frail voice tried to comfort ME...reassuring me that after a change in medication and some consultation, it looked like surgery was in order....my daddy was to undergo heart valve repair or replacement. His only regret was forfeiting the much-anticipated trip to Virginia to have Thanksgiving with all of us. BUT...God had other plans....daddy got out of the hospital, ate a few good meals, rested well in his own bed...and came to Virginia for Thanksgiving! I think the trip lifted his spirits and strengthened his heart as much as any good medicine! He ate and shopped and loved on great-grandchildren. He napped by the fireplace while we played cards nearby....ate and shopped some more, relishing the 1st class wheelchair rides...he laughed and loved freely and then went home to hear not another mention of surgery. My daddy's heart was touched by my Heavenly Father 2 1/2 years ago and what a surgery THAT was....sin was excised, guilt diminished, joy implanted...his heart was broken, then forgiven, healed...then totally surrendered. It's all about my Father's Heart toward my daddy...and my daddy is resting in that....no matter how weak and frail the heartbeat...it beats for Jesus now.