Yesterday, I found myself sitting in the Chapel of a Nashville hospital, quietly praying, and asking God for a miracle....
My son-in-law's father has been suffering for the past year, with pains in his stomach, and today, after exploratory surgery, we found the answer.
The prognosis is grim.
Tomorrow, the surgeons intend on explaining the course of action. It will be the one glimmer of hope this close-knit family will desperately cling to.
As I sat in the chapel, my heart heavy, and my fears many, I questioned, this game of chance called "Life".
Why do bad things, happen to good people ?
This is a man, who for all of his life, has been a dedicated husband, father, grandfather, son, brother, friend.
A man who has worked, and provided well for his family.
A man who loves fishing, and all of nature's beauty.
A man who has passed along those passions, to his sons, and his grandchildren.
A kind and generous man, to friends and family alike.
A man who has loved well.
A man who has voluntarily served his Country.
The hurt and confusion is prolific on the faces of his loved ones. The impact on this family will be devastating.
If you believe in the Power of Prayer, may I humble myself, and ask you to remember my dearest Jimmy in your Prayer Chains, or silently ask our dear God for a miracle..........
Blessings to you all.