Today really started last night.
It seemed a bit weird that our belongings were being unloaded in Hunt, Tx as we are still traveling in the U.K. And something else didn't seem right. I had not heard from Dad as he had planned to go out and see how "the movers" were doing unloading our stuff.
We are six hours ahead of Texas time in our stay abroad; so, I went to bed not seeing the text that said Dad had fallen and was being transported to the hospital.
At about 4:40 am London time, I awakened in a hotel in Salisbury. Instinct or something like that (we call it family intuition) told me to check messages, emails, and other communication. There it was - the message. Dad is celebrating his 92nd birthday in the hospital with three broken bones.
I called my sister. Many blessings to her for flying in to be with the folks. Not much I can do from here except pray and ask others to pray.
I called a dear pastor friend and woke him up and asked him to pray with me and for my Dad. He did. Tomorrow on Sunday, he will take Holy Communion to my parents at the hospital. Praise be to the Lord from whom all blessings flow!
As my wife and I and our son finish our time here in the U.K., I give thanks for the connection of ministers that hold my Dad (retired minister) in their prayers. I give thanks for all of our friends who are now praying for our family. I give thanks for Mom & Dad's church family and their prayer connection.
I continue to experience the abundance of grace that I preach about weekly and give witness to daily. Dad is stable and being cared for by a competent and caring medical team.
Cheers Dad on the milestone of 92 years. Sorry you have suffered this injury. Grace and peace be with you now and in the days ahead. See you very soon.
Much love and many blessings!
Along the Way
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Author: Paul E Harris
Journal posts from a pastor and spiritual friend