Last week we found out that my dads cancer has spread. And unfortunately, it’s spread to his bones. So to say that it’s been a sad week is an understatement.
He’s currently in the hospital recovering from surgery.
The other night, Dan and I prayed for my dad. As I prayed, I specifically asked that the Lord would have mercy on my dad. After we were done praying, I thought about the use of that word…mercy. It’s not a word I use very often. It’s not something I pray for often, if at all. But it seemed appropriate at the time.
The next day, I drove to the hospital to see my dad. We chatted for a few minutes until two nurses came in the room. The first nurse walked over to the whiteboard and erased her name because she was going home for the day. As she wrote the new nurses name, I wasn’t sure weather to laugh or cry…..
I kid you not. Her name was Mercy.
Have you ever met anyone named Mercy before? I haven’t.
I know God was telling me that my dad was in His care…that He heard my prayer.
Do you ever wonder if God hears you?
I know, without a doubt, that God heard me that night.
Thank you, Lord, for listening. And for showing me in such a crazy way that you heard me.
God is good. Even when life stinks…when life throws you a gut wrenching curve ball….when things don’t go as you planned…. God is still in control.