papa

This week my father went into the hospital. He was there for four days. I woke up early. Went to bed late. Went to the hospital. Went to work. Barely slept.

But the day my dad went in, I asked a few people to pray for him. Over the next few days I continually got text messages and phone calls from them asking about how he was doing. They asked each other about his progress. I felt him and myself lifted up in prayer and that constant power of prayer being sent our way was such a source of comfort.

Thank you.