“We’re All One Phone Call From Our Knees”
I received that call three years ago from my brother about my sweet dad. The diagnosis was heart wrenching. We were told that with his type of cancer he has 6 months to live, maybe less.
It’s been about three years since that call, and every time we go for a scan my heart drops.
Today we’re here to get the results for from his latest scan. Praying it will be great. It’s though coming back to this place of complete surrender, but it’s also a good reminder for me to put things in perspective.
God brings me back here to remind me of His grace and mercy, and I am so thankful.