pain

praying against tragedy that wants to bust the walls of our comfortable lives. my dad has to travel to west VA tomorrow to visit a friend of the family who's been hospitalized.
RECAP: last week, my dad's pastor friend traveled to west VA for a revival that was being held. tommy (friend of the family) testified to what the Lord had/has been doing in his life. on a motorcycle run, a car pulled out from an intersection. not wanting to slam into the car, tommy dumped his motorcycle. he was only going 25 mph but he suffered from a punctured lung, some cracked ribs, and the doctors thought there was blood around his brain. the next day they said there wasnt any blood on the brain so they sent him to a rehab center. a few days later, today, they found there is blood on his brain. air-lifted to the hospital he's now in intensive care, in a coma, on life support. no one knows what's going to happen so my dad and his pastor friend are traveling tomorrow to see him.
my aunts and cousin were over when he got the call from my uncle, telling him the latest. the look in my dad's eyes when he told us. oh my gosh, i think it took all he had to not scream and wail.
see, just last month we lost the founder of my dad's motorcycle ministry. the Lord took him home. he was like a grandfather to me; every time he would hug me, i felt so loved. he's gone from this earth now and if tommy went...it would be too much to bear. already my dad is becoming weak. he can't take this anymore. if God called tommy home...
i cried in my closet today. i really dont talk about when i cry but under the circumstances i think it's okay i discuss what i felt. so with knees resting on the floor, i cried in prayer to God, pleading with Him to give tommy some more work to do on earth so he doesn't have to leave us. i know the Bible says "His ways are higher than our ways, His thoughts higher than our thoughts" but i just prayed that maybe somehow He could change His mind and heal tommy, bring him back to the living as it were.
i wasn't really crying for myself. i was crying for my dad, for all this pain he's going through. my mom is feeling it too but not as much as i know my dad is. i just PRAY things turn for the better. after my tears were spent, i was silent, hoping God would whisper to me. the only word though that entered my mind over and over again was Father.
perhaps all i should, all we CAN do, is put our trust in our Father. He knows what He's doing, even though it seems way wack to us, He knows what He's doing. There's a reason why He's taking all these die-hard christians. i just hope He takes all of us very soon so we all can be reunited again.
Father...such a simple word but with so much meaning. i have a feeling though that things will get better. is that the truth or my own hopeful thoughts? i have no idea. maybe a bit of both?
if anyone reads this, though, please pray for tommy. please.



"above all i live for Your glory"