Faithfulness

I have so many thoughts running through my head today. Many people in my life are hurting, I pray for some every single day and yet there is no change. I pray anyway. I remember my dad always saying that God answers our prayers, sometimes yes, sometimes no, and sometimes wait. I am hearing WAIT a lot as I see no changes. I pray anyway. It is called faith, it is what makes me who I am. I am so thankful for parents who not only taught me to have a faith of my own, but showed me by example their faith.

 My mother visited my dad in the nursing home every single day from the day he was placed until she herself died (she only missed when she was in the hospital for her own illness, and she made me take her there on our way home from one of those hospitalizations). My mom could easily have put my dad in the home and NEVER once gone to see him and he would not have known the difference, she did not. Do you think she lived to be HAPPY (I think people think this is what life's about--it is not) ? Do you think she had fun being married to a man who didn't know who she was? Yet, she was faithful to him to the bitter end.

My dad was a pastor. He gave his life to that calling. He served the Lord by serving others. He was a faithful man of God. I remember what seemed like every family vacation we took he had to drive home to perform a funeral. He did it, he never once expected anyone to take his place. He honored his calling like no other person I have ever known. Was he HAPPY, probably not a lot of times, but he was certainly blessed.

OK, sorry you had to read all of that, it doesn't even begin to cover what is going on in my head, it was just a starting point.