September last year I mentioned my dad becoming a hollow shell of the man I knew. I thought I had lost him.
First was the hearing. Not just loss of hearing but a sensory issue so he couldn’t separate sounds like a voice and the closing of a cabinet, it was all just noise. He became recluse. I can’t recall which came next, the loss of muscle, the deep depression, weakness in the legs, loss of mental focus, he couldn’t read a paragraph and even labored to talk ending each sentence with a sigh.
The family doctor had nothing.
Two E.N.T.s, zero.
THE top ear specialist in Dallas, nada.
Two neurologists went in completely opposite directions; both came up empty handed.
Come on guys! Tell me what’s happening to my dad! His yard went from immaculate to weed-infested, his pool from beautifully cleaned to green and full of leaves. He was an engineer that couldn’t stop building stuff by his own designs and measurements who became a couch potato watching "Law & Order" all day. He couldn’t even handle being around his grandchildren! He had gone from being an intelligent, passionate, and opinionated man to one struggling to put sentences together. He went from despising pills to taking anything the doctors prescribed - and they were NEVER without suggestions! None of them worked by the way…
My Seekers Bible study class prayed for him regularly. My mom, sister and I prayed…Lord did we ever pray!
For where two or three have gathered together in My name, I am there in their midst.
We didn't just pray for healing, though we did in the beginning. We were losing hope, so we prayed God would use this to draw Dad closer to Him. See, I didn’t grow up in a religious household. When I came to know Jesus I tried to talk to Dad about Him, especially when he was becoming sick but he wouldn’t even say His name…”Jesus.”
Apparently Dad was doing some praying on his own, though. When my mom was asleep he would go outside in the backyard and talk to God. Dad says he never asked God to heal him, he just wanted to know what was happening to him..."was this the end?”
Then one day he got out of bed, got his morning coffee and…went outside. He found himself bending over to pick weeds. Started organizing the garage. What was going on? Well, I’ll tell you, he was back! Still with the ailments, but my dad was back! It was as if God snapped His fingers and said, “Enough.” Dad is better than before because now he won’t shut up about Jesus! He even witnessed to his Muslim neighbor. Dad never bargained with God but has since given his word that he is going to be a warrior for Jesus Christ until his last day.
Written by Harry
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