I was just reading a devotional about Jesus storing up our treasures and I started thinking about other stuff to. As I was reading; for some reason I started thinking about my dad. He is having surgery once again tomorrow to remove cancer polyps from his bladder. I know he is in God's hands, but I am concerned for him, and rightfully so. I started thinking about the time on fathers day 2007 that he almost left us for Heaven. We watched as he struggled for air and realized how we could be without him. I have never told him this, but he's reading it now. I was scared and sad. I saw my dad, this strong man I had looked up to laying there on the hospital bed looking like a little child. He was so sick, and I was helpless to help him; other than pray. Prayer was the only thing any of us could do at that time, and it worked. I have had friends praying for him for the past two years. Every once in awhile I will run into someone I haven't seen in awhile and they will ask, how is your dad? They say I have been praying for him. When he was sick that fathers day and I watched him curled up on that bed trying to find a way to breathe, he was helpless. I ran my hand through his hair to let him know I was there. He looked up to see who it was, and I believe he was surprised. I wanted him to know that I was there. I want him to know that I love him, and I don't want to lose him, not yet.

As I was thinking about his struggle to breathe I thought about peoples relationships with God. Some times it's hard to breathe and we struggle, but God is right there. He is stroking our brow and holding us close to let us know that he is there. But, do we recognize Him? Or do we just feel something and not think about it and go on suffering? God wants you to trust in Him in every situation of your lives, but do you?