Greetings from San Antonio! I know that those of you who knew our plans for our trip to San Antonio thought that my whole family was leaving on Saturday...well, plans sometimes change.
For several weeks now I have made it a practice of talking to my parents via FaceTime at least every other day. On Sunday night, my dad looked so weak and tired.
After the call was completed (which included me telling dad that he didn’t need to wait for us to get there on Sunday), Monica looked at me and said, “You need to get down there!”
So yesterday, Tuesday, Art was kind enough to drive me to Tulsa so I could fly to San Antonio. My brother picked me up at the airport and, when we arrived at my parent’s house, my sister happened to be there as well.
So my dad was able to see all three of his kids in the same room at the same time, perhaps for the last time. He summoned strength from somewhere within his frail frame of a body, to give us, as a group, his final bit of advice: “Take care of your families.”
Each of the three of us said what we needed to say to reassure him that we will and that we will take care of mom as well. Then my brother and I led us in prayer. So many emotions...
So that was an unexpected blessing of my coming here early. I really think God had that in mind when He put the idea in Monica’s mind, and He provided the way and means for me to come ahead of the rest of my family to be here with my mom and dad.
Monica and the girls will be leaving Friday afternoon and driving as far as they can, spend the night, then come the rest of the way on Saturday. Your prayers for their safety would be appreciated.
Even in sad, difficult times, God can bring about a blessing that is, well, absolutely unexpected and amazing...and that doesn't even do His blessing justice.
I truly believe that in dad’s room Tuesday afternoon I experienced, at least in part, “the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding…” (Philippians 4:7).