Hero … (Part 4)
I can walk, talk, see, taste, touch and feel all around me … yet I struggle to find even a few minutes in the day for quiet, personal prayer.
Dad can shuffle, groan, glance, reach and barely move around himself … yet he prays without ceasing.
Yesterday, Dad woke up praying for my Big Week and what has been on my brother’s (CaveBear) plate. When Mom was upset yesterday, he called her over to his bed, asked her to lay down, put his hand on her head, and prayed for her. What an example of a true man … a warrior … a comforter … a protector … my hero. (In case you missed it, check out my Hero 1, Hero 2, and Hero 3.) Dad has even become someone else’s hero. He may be yours, too …
Here are some of Dad’s recent prayers:
- Thank you Lord for your sustenance and provision … Jehovah Jireh … Provider
- Lord, take me into the abyss of God’s love …
- Thank you Lord … (groan from pain) … Thank you Lord … Oh, hallelujah!
- Oh, Lord, how long? Thank you Jesus. Thank you Lord. Praise you Jesus. Praise you Lord.
- My God, El Shaddai ….
- According to your Word I can do all things.
- You are everything to me, oh Lord.
This continues for hours … My 2 minute personal prayers (when they happen) seem like seconds … Dad, why can’t I be more like you? … Why can’t I be more like Him?
I love you, Dad!

Within days, Dad changes his mind about sheets, pillows and blankets … He says, “This blanket is so comfortable and provides me with so much strength and comfort.” 





