Two years ago today I faced the most horrifying thing a father could ever imagine facing. My daughter, still and always, my baby, even having just celebrated her 32nd birthday, was struck down with a double pulmonary embolism. People dont survive those! A wife and mother of three. A family full of vitality and promise suddenly threatened. Not just the immediate family but the extended family and friends of family as well because you see, she had grown to become a beloved song writer, musician and singer. Most of all however, she is my daughter and in vulnerable moments when you think that can be taken from you, it doesnt matter what her status is in life nor who she is to anyone else or how much money you have or what political party you belong to. Its a personal wake-up call… a defining moment… a face to face encounter with your strongest enemy. To realize that you are completely powerless to help as death tugs at your precious child will not only reveal who you are but it will open a channel to God in a hurry. Whether you believe in God or not, he is relentless in His pursuit of you. Im just so thankful that I had time. Not time to negotiate or make deals but time to flat-out call to Him with every fiber of my being. Not everyone gets this kind of time to make that call. It didnt matter that my emaciated, arms-length relationship with Jesus had become a norm, I still knew how to pray. From a child, I heard the stories of miracles. At the age of seven I promised my life to Jesus, to live for him, accepting him into my heart. I know He loves me. So when I am weak, then He is strong. So, when despair rips through me like an arrow, I fall onto the Rock of my faith. Yes, it was a moment of helplessness and I surrendered… not to the enemy, not to death that was staring me in the face, but to the one who had rescued me from eternal death at the age of seven. I remember praying, I know that whether shes with you or here with us, shes yours, Jesus…. but I really want her here with us for a while longer. Now, every time my daughter sings, shock waves of goodness and mercy are released. If they find their way to your heart, you will be changed. She underwent surgery to remove the clots but I felt the knife. Her scar has all but disappeared but I have one for which Ill never be ashamed. ~markyon
Posted on: Wed, 16 Apr 2014 12:13:16 +0000
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