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wendyleigh
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I was always raised a catholic with strong faith. Through the years I have felt my faith fading. Recently, I am not sure whether to have faith and trust that everything is for a reason and God will carry us through, or that such a loving God couldn't put us through what we bear.
The poem footprints in the sand has been my favorite since I was a small child, and I was reminded of it this morning so I am trying to believe that God is what is carrying my family through this difficult time.
Three weeks ago, my father broke his hip. He is only 65 years old, but not in great health. The first week was very rough, but he was stablizing and had surgery to repair the hip. He needed many blood transfusions that first week. He improved remarkably and was transferred to a rehab facility. We thought he was coming home this week, but on Friday night he suffered a heart attack. He was rushed, with minutes to spare to a trauma unit, and into emergency surgery and was saved. I like to think someone upstairs was looking out for him. The doctors said he was spared within minutes. He was moved out of ICU last night, but is now having more heart surgery this morning.
My mother feels tried and tested and feels she is losing her faith, which has always been so important to her. Please pray for me, my mother and most importantly for my father. I feel that prayer is all that has led me through the past three weeks, but there is still a long road to travel.
Thank you and God Bless.
The poem footprints in the sand has been my favorite since I was a small child, and I was reminded of it this morning so I am trying to believe that God is what is carrying my family through this difficult time.
Three weeks ago, my father broke his hip. He is only 65 years old, but not in great health. The first week was very rough, but he was stablizing and had surgery to repair the hip. He needed many blood transfusions that first week. He improved remarkably and was transferred to a rehab facility. We thought he was coming home this week, but on Friday night he suffered a heart attack. He was rushed, with minutes to spare to a trauma unit, and into emergency surgery and was saved. I like to think someone upstairs was looking out for him. The doctors said he was spared within minutes. He was moved out of ICU last night, but is now having more heart surgery this morning.
My mother feels tried and tested and feels she is losing her faith, which has always been so important to her. Please pray for me, my mother and most importantly for my father. I feel that prayer is all that has led me through the past three weeks, but there is still a long road to travel.
Thank you and God Bless.