Roller Coaster Rides

I hate roller coasters. For some reason, I have always been scared to ride them. I think it's because I hate to throw up. Those hills where you go straight down just kill me!

Well, Greg, you were right---this is a real roller coaster ride. I guess if I ever started riding them there would be parts of the ride that I would like and some parts scare me to death. Today is a good part of the ride.

First, thanks to Ellen for filling in for me on my last post. She is awesome guys--a real rock in my life and my best friend. She is right there with me!

When I left last night dad was resting so good (with the help of morphine), but resting nonetheless. That made me rest better last night myself. Mom called this morning and said that dad woke up and asked her to get him a cup of coffee!!!! The audacity of him to ask her to do that :)! She also said that he was laying flat of his back. That hasn't happened in almost two weeks.

My prayer last night was that God dumbfound the doctors. I prayed that he would allow me just one "I told you so" to one of dad's doctors. I then prayed that His power and might be shown that He may be glorified by the testimony of my father and our family!

I know what your thinking, "Keith remember that this is a roller coaster and there will be more scary times." I know that to be true. We are not meant to be here forever, but right now we are enjoying the blessings of the ride. Remember that I shared my pain--today I share my joy. I pray that you enjoy today with me! God bless you all!!