You make me feel like dancin'!

What a day!

Today is the day we were to find out of my daddy had cancer. This is the second time the doctors thought he had it. The first time, they were wrong.

I remember agonizing over the thought while we waited. It was horrible. I am a DADDY'S GIRL. Big time! The thought of my beloved daddy having multiple myeloma, an incurable bone marrow/leukemia-like disease, just broke me. I prayed, "God, I'm not strong enough to do this. YOU have to help me do this."

And then he didn't even have it!

Fast forward a year, and here we are again. The doctors are looking at the same terminal diagnosis. I have grieved. I have cried. I have tried hard not to worry, to believe that God is in control. But it's been like, "I believe - help my unbelief!"

I've been bracing myself all day, trying not to tear up at the thought a million times. I heard the song, "How Can I Help You Say Goodbye?" and I got mad. I don't want to help anyone say goodbye!

Every time the phone rang this afternoon, my heart would drop to the floor. I was always expecting it to be my sister with the bad news. But it never was.

As the afternoon wore on, I remembered going through this last year. And it was like God said, "We've been here before. I saved your daddy then. Don't you remember? Do you believe I can do it again?" Bible verses began flooding my brain, comforting me with thoughts like "I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move."

My thoughts went from, "God, please help me/us" to "God, I know you can heal him." My mood began to lift, and hope started to return.

When I got home, I still had no word and thought "No news is good news." Then I called my sister.

"Well? How did it go? I'm afraid to ask." I said.

"Take a deep breath......

He's OK."

He's OK. He has a monoclonal gammopathy, but it is the kind which doesn't affect him much and requires no treatment. It isn't cancer, and it isn't terminal.

I read other blogs and articles and hear interviews from all these people who have experienced miracles. Who have seen solid, concrete proof of answered prayer. I never really considered myself to be one of those people, but now, how can I not? Something made that doctor send my dad for TWENTY x-rays. Yes, I said 20! Something made that doctor begin to describe that disease in detail to my dad. Why would he do that if he didn't think he had it?

MY DAD DOESN'T HAVE IT.

I fasted for my daddy. I prayed for my daddy. And today, I stretched my faith a little for my daddy. And today my Heavenly Daddy saved my earthly one. Again.

And He left one cancer doctor scratching his head! :-)

Who says prayer doesn't work?! I thank you PROFUSELY for the prayers you offered on my dad's behalf! I'm sending you all a big virtual hug and kiss :-)

After yesterday's election, many of you probably think God isn't listening. Maybe you think He doesn't even exist. But I'm here to tell you RIGHT NOW that He does. But don't trust me. Trust Him!

Now if you'll excuse me: I'm so happy I FEEL LIKE DANCIN'!