05/04/2026
From the very second that Dad was diagnosed with esophageal cancer we started praying. Then our extended "people" started to pray. Then strangers started to pray.
Pray for what? For Dad to be healed.
I think for those of us here, the most difficult concept to grasp is this: if we pray for something, and if God loves us, then why does He not answer our prayers. If He truly loves us, then he would say "Yes, I hear you". And we would receive what we ask for. Our world looks at the balance...hundreds of prayers going out, then God would hear those the loudest.
Truth is.....
God hears just one simple prayer. And sometimes our "no" is really His "yes".
One day last winter, during Dad's chemo, I wore a sweatshirt that has two simple words on it "Even if". Which comes from Daniel and prompted an amazing conversation between my Dad and myself. (And even the lady at the check-in desk).
Right before Rack, Shack and Benny (for those VeggieTale fans) were thrown into the fiery furnace they declared that God would save them. But "even if" He didn't, they still would not bow down to the bunny (VeggieTales again).
Even If.....
Even if God told us "no", He is still good. Even if we feel our prayers were not answered, God chose the best outcome. Even if our hearts are broken, God still holds up just as closely and just as tightly as before.
What Satan came to destroy (because I believe that he will always look to destroy a family and always look for a way in), God uses for good.
Losing Dad here on earth does not shake my faith, it only strengthens the foundation. Going through these past 11 months could have easily tore my family apart. Piece by piece, husbands, wives, the family unit. Instead we united and came together. Every piece of bad news, we came together. Every heart break, we held on tighter. Every tear we cried, God felt.
Christmas Eve was the appointment where Dad was given the not so good news. That treatment wasn't working and it was time to have the difficult conversations. Christmas Eve.
Those of us that could, came together. We laughed, cried, hugged and was in the moment. Because "even if" we know that God still works all things for good, for those that serve Him.
And at the end of the day, our prayers were answered. Dad was healed. Not in the exact way we wanted, but in the very best way that only God can provide. Dad is whole again. He is without pain and suffering. And one day....he will be waiting for us.
Because "even if", God is still so very good. How? *spoiler alert*, in spite of their faith, Rack, Shack and Benny were indeed thrown into the furnace but as a direct result of their faith, they sure were not alone.