Back in August 2011 I wrote about my Dad having a heart attack and that the doctors had given him little time to live.
Guess what. Here it is 2014 and Dad is still alive and still kicking. Well, I do not think he can kick much, but he is still up and about in his power chair.
Yesterday he came down with my sister Judy, her husband David, and ten of their grandchildren. They went down behind our house, and Dad spoke to them of the old Blankenship Mill which used to be sitting about where they were all sitting and standing.
Mom and Dad have been to church nearly every service since I became their pastor for the second time. I think they missed the first Wednesday night of July.
Dad goes out in his power chair every day and gets the mail. He tends a garden; it is a raised garden of sorts made up of three different beds; built from lumber; and with space between each one for his chair to roll. It works quite well for him.
It further goes to show that doctors do not know how long we will live. Just for clarity: I do have confidence in most doctors. They are needed and helpful for many illnesses, but I think most of them need to realize that they are servants of the one true Healer – Jesus the Christ, Son of God and God the Son. Most medicine practiced today only treats symptoms; and does not heal the real problem. After all if they healed us we would not need their treatments any longer.
Anyway I am thankful that my Dad is still going strong; at least as much as is possible. Thank YOU Lord for my Dad.