I just wanted to say how much I love and appreciate my Daddy. Being the eldest of seven children, I thought I always was just a little more special to him, but if you ask the other six children they would tell you they thought that they were special too. That is just the way Daddy makes us feel. Daddy worked hard all of his life providing the best he could for such a large family. Daddy raised us children up to serve the Lord after he got saved. He lived a life where there were no question marks. You knew that Daddy was real. He taught us that no matter what happens in life, we have got to live holy lives in order to make it to heaven. Daddy is a man of faith. I can remember so many times calling him in the middle of the night to pray about something, or taking one of my children to him when they were sick, and daddy would lay his hand on them and no sooner call on Jesus name, and they would begin to quieten down and sleep
One time Daddy came to visit me when I lived in Jordan. We had been praying that God would give me a son, Daddy did not know that, I don't think, but another couple had asked my dad to come to their house to pray and ask God to give them a child. We went. Daddy prayed. God's Almighty Presence filled the room and Daddy was just sure that God had answered prayer. A couple months later, daddy called and asked if there was any news about the couple he had prayed with and if there was a baby on the way. I told him I had not heard from them but that God had answered our prayers and was giving us another baby. It was a little boy! How Great is Our God!!!
If I would write about everything and everyone my daddy has touched and influenced it would take for days, but I feel I need to tell this. In January of this year, my dad started losing his balance and vomiting. We took him to the doctors and in Feb. he was diagnosed with a benign yet inoperable brain tumor. The only thing the Dr's could do is put a brain shunt in,and we thought this would take care of the problem. During his hospital stay, his brother came to visit, and while he was there visiting some other relatives were visiting too. I think my daddy had been talking to his brother about the Lord before the other relatives came and my uncle had felt that he had no hope of getting back to the Lord. Well, my daddy asked if he wanted to pray, and he said he did. Others began to pray, Nurses were standing outside the door listening and Jesus came and saved my Uncle. Praise be to God!
Daddy went home a couple days later, but he wouldn't be there for long, he somehow got an infection in the shunt and the Dr.'s had to do a second surgery to remove the shunt, placing a drain to drain off the fluid the tumor was causing to build up. During this time, We almost lost him. Daddy never changed, keeping his faith, and testifying to the dr's and nurses and asking them if they knew Jesus as their personal Savior. It was during this time that my sister was in the waiting room waiting on me to come out. I looked at her and she had tears in her eyes. I said what is wrong Sis? She said I'm under conviction. So right then and there my sister repented and Jesus saved her.! Glory be to God!!!. I said now let's go tell daddy. We did, and you can imagine...as sick as daddy was you couldn't stop him from Praising God. I believe it was the next day he said something like well I am having my third surgery in a week, I wonder who will be next and looked at my other brother who is not in victory yet. But God promised Daddy that all of us children would get in so we are still praying. Daddy is still struggling every day. Pain, vomiting, weakness, but he keeps on going. I know that he would really appreciate prayer. I have so much to be thankful for. God has given me the best father he could give. I am so glad he chose him to be mine. Love you Daddy.
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