Family of Four

I grew up in a close family. There were just four of us. My dad, mom, my brother Doug and me.

We all remained close and when my father got sick in November 2022, and ended up in the hospital in Florida for nearly a month, we all grew closer than ever before. My mother, brother and I went to the hospital every day for several weeks.  

My mother, brother and I also went to the chapel every day.  I had not attended church in probably years but, throughout my father’s hospital stay, I leaned into my faith and begged God every day for help.  Sometimes I did not even know exactly what to pray for – something my brother would often say when we walked into the chapel.  

Those times, I asked God to please just be gentle with my father and do whatever was best for him. Then, when we took my father home from the hospital, we were consumed with taking care of him. Again, I got “too busy” to continue to beg God for help. My faith fell again to the edges of my heart where it was for most of my life…until now.