Around supper time the next night (June 1), I got a phone call. My caller ID registered that it was from a cell phone, so I thought it might be Mom or her sweet friend. I answered and it was Dad! I could hardly believe it, and I nearly cried right then! It was so amazing to hear his voice for the first time in over 9 weeks! Especially since I had spent a long time wondering if I would ever hear his voice again.
He asked me how my family was doing and whether my brother’s baby had been born yet and what was happening with the coronavirus. I asked him how the care was and he said, “Oh, you know how it is. So-so.”
God knew I needed that "small" miracle! It had been more than 3 weeks since I was able to talk to Dad on the phone at the hospital when he was still sedated, and I'd missed being able to at least let him know I was there for him. Dad was amazed when I told him that so many people were praying for him and he said "Oh wow. Thank you!" We talked for about 9 minutes. I wanted to talk longer, but he sounded so tired, I told him I'd better let him rest. Besides, I knew he wanted to call Mom yet.
My Bible passage that day was Isaiah 57. I had just gotten off the phone with Dad when I read it, and I cried when I came to verse 18 "...I will heal him; I will guide him and restore comfort to him, creating praise on the lips of the mourners in Israel. Peace, peace, to those far and near," says the LORD. "And I will heal them." Amen.
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