The Lord will work out his plans for my life—for your faithful love, O Lord, endures forever. Don’t abandon me, for you made me.—Psalm 138:8 (NLT)
Last weekend, I considered writing a post entitled “So long…” with the only text “…and thanks for all the fish.” It was to be a farewell post (if you don’t get the joke). Really, who could have blamed me? I’m still working through my dad’s issues since his stroke 3 weeks ago, and I’m pretty sure I will be working on his affairs will be a part-time job for the next 3 months. After that, I guess I can trade part-time jobs to become Daddy a third time, so that’s a push.
I have two more real part-time jobs on top of that. I teach grown-ups for two different colleges. I don’t really talk much about that, but I did quit one of them this week, so maybe that will help some of the stress factor.
I read all these people who know more about blogging than me say that I need to post every day. I wonder where I can fit that time with my day job, 2 or 3 night jobs, and making sure I don’t completely ignore my family. I figure if I can’t do that, then maybe I should just give it up until I can.
Yesterday, I realized something. My dad’s stroke was March 17. The night I went to the ER to talk to the doctor about his condition, he told me that dad had a 50/50 shot of surviving the next 30 days. This Saturday will be that 30-day mark.
In an evening of sobering realities, that was the punch in the gut.
A month ago, Dad didn’t know where he was or that his whole family was around him. Now, he’s able to talk.
A month ago, Dad could barely move and squeezed your hand to communicate. Now, he’s trying to arm wrestle people with his good side.
A month ago, God could have flipped a coin and decided whether my dad would live or die. Now, he’s alive, and we’re planning where he’s going to spend his recovery.
He’s alive because there is a God who loves him and you and I. He’s alive because communities of believers prayed for his recovery. He’s alive so I can finally sit down with him and (hopefully) have the courage to share the Gospel with him so he knows why he’s been given a second chance.
How can I keep that message quiet?
So, I’m still here, even if I have to sneak away for a few minutes from one of my four jobs to do so. It’s all part of God’s plan, struggles and all.