A 911 Christmas

I was getting ready for a traditional Christmas day at my father in law's when the phone rang. My dad's girl friend sounded nervous as she stammered "I called 911...your dad is not feeling well..."

My ears buzzed as I tried to breathe....apparently the shock of the words took my breath away. I felt my heart pounding as if it were outside of my body.
She told me where they would take him and I quickly hung up. I scrambled for some things and told my hubby we had to go....unsure, all the way there it felt like forever. In the ER, the doctor told me it was serious and that my dad was having a heart attack and needed an angio plasty ASAP.....when I saw him, he looked pale, but calm...apologizing for bad timing....that's my dad for you...I tried to stay calm and smile...assuring him it would all be fine....It wasn't long before they wheeled him away and off to the ICU waiting room we went....

I sought God in all this, His comfort and peace but struggled to feel it....wrestled with fear, doubt and faith....it was difficult. After an hour or so the doctor came out to tell us all went well....no procedures performed but that he would try again in the morning....meanwhile, it would be a long night in ICU.....

The next day, the procedure went as scheduled and 2 stents with 2 balloon procedures too. We waited for a long time and when it was done, were able to see him. His color was better as was his mood......he'd made it. I stayed with him as much as I could and kept praying....I told God that I need my dad more than ever....I really do...

Yesterday, he got to come home! (Along with a slew of meds to take!)

Looking back....I wonder about this all....and Christmas. Christmas eve was special this year because I was asked to be a reader for a special event at church....I am so glad I had that experience to carry me through Christmas day.

I'd been praying that my faith would deepen and that I would feel God more....I guess in a way He answered my prayer....