Losing Dad knocked me around.
I had a real groove going. 7 posts a week here and 5 videos a week on YouTube.
Yet suddenly, all that didn’t seem so important. At first, when Dad was in a coma, I was praying and talking with family all the time. I managed to keep posting for a while, then just couldn’t. My heart wasn’t in it.
Then we lost him.
Late at night, three days before his burial was scheduled, I decided to buy tickets and head to South Florida, price and visa status be damned.
The visa was the most worrying part and the reason I hadn’t left before. I was in the middle of negotiating my further stay here in our new nation when Dad had his accident. My family’s legal status was just about to expire and the government official I needed to write me a letter of recommendation was out of the country.
So the days were ticking by. The burial was only two days before my visa went illegal – and there was nothing I could do about it.
Except pray. So pray I did, buying the ticket on faith. Or foolhardiness.
The next morning before I flew out, I stopped by the immigration office and talked with a pleasant official I had met before. He told me to go and not worry – that all would be okay.
This was a huge weight off me. The last thing I want is to be ejected from here and sent back to the States.
The flight was non-eventful and I reached South Florida and my family safely, then spent most of a week with them, playing with nieces and nephews, filming some gardening videos, catching up with family, buying a guitar and some new art supplies, and most important of all, attending Dad’s burial and sharing what he meant to me while also sharing the gospel and God’s grace in the process.
I don’t apologize for my faith in God and the work of His Son for our redemption. Without it, life would be meaningless.
And I’m getting back on track, slowly but surely. I feel like life has run me over, but I’m pulling myself back together. While traveling I picked up some sort of a chest infection that won’t go away, but hopefully that will clear up soon. It’s really messing with my singing voice!
Have a great weekend. I’m going to do some painting today.
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“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters.
He restores my soul.
He leads me in paths of righteousness
for his name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord