Today we were challenged by a friend to praise God in this situation. I sat at my dad’s beside repeating the phrase “watup GiGi” a game that my 2 year old always got a laugh from my dad as he woke up to tickle Champe. While I stood there, my mother began to tell me the story of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. As they went into the fiery furnace they said I know my God can save us, but we will praise him even if he does not. As a family we are praising God for a the giant of a man we got to spend 61 years with. However we are crying out in prayer that our great God saves him, but if He does not we will continue to serve and praise an awesome God.
We will hear back on the latest test this morning, but short of our God stepping in there is not much more “medically” we can do. Paul wrote to live is Christ to die is gain. Our father is on the edge of heaven. We all could use your prayers as we move forward, and focus on where we go from here
We could not thank you enough for your prayers, words and stories. When I started this blog my dad was the only reader I had. That remained the same until his injury. Now over 2,000 people each day are writing and reading about whale. It is not often a family gets to see the impact the one they loved shared with the world. Thank you God for a dad that truly change not only my life or our neighbors life but who impacted thousands.
Watup Gigi, we love you!
Update: Please pray for my wife Melissa, and My sister-in-law Haley. Both of which have small babies and are still in McKinney. Isla is 4 months old and Eli is 6 days old (which my father held and played with both before he left Sunday for the Cape) They are not going to travel here to see my father and could use an extra hug today.