Dad
My dad has lung cancer.
I've been a bad son; I haven't gone to see him since before I found out. I don't know why exactly. I was trying to figure it out tonight. I think it's because Dad has always been a super strong, indestructible man in my mind. He's been through all kinds of torturous pain -- including a tree falling on and breaking his leg, a drill passing through his flesh, and more. My Dad is impurveous to pain and illness.
Selfishly, I don't want to see him any other way. I don't want to know the truth -- that he's just as human as I am. Or perhaps it's because seeing him as vulnerable might mean I'm vulnerable too.
Forgive me Dad; I'm coming to see you this Sunday.
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God, will you please bring Tom comfort as he goes through this painful illness. I pray You will be Ruth's strength. I pray that You will receive glory and honor, inspite of the circumstances. I pray that people will come to know You. That You will take the bad of this and somehow - in Your miraculous way - make it good. Thank you for hearing my prayers and answering them. I pray this all in Jesus' precious and holy name. Amen.
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