Daddy.

Do you remember my my dad started Hepatitis C treatments a few weeks ago? Week after week, he’s getting more and more of the yucky side affects–nausea, fatigue, etc. Monday night my mom had to call 911 because he had passed out and was unresponsive (or minimally responsive, anyway). The paramedics said his vitals were fine and ordered him to the doctor first thing in the morning.

The doctor is not sure if the fainting is related to the Hepatitis C.

STOP.

Whaat? What does that mean?!

Well, I’m not sure. Yesterday, the doctor ordered blood work and a CAT scan. Daddy goes for the CAT scan today at 3pm. I’m not sure what they are looking for–and I’m praying they find everything as it should be.

We already went through the whole he-is-not-going-to-make-it thing and it’s not going to happen again. It’s just not.

My sisterchickies have already started hovering and helping and loving us.  And even though I have never seen most of you face to face, I count so many of you as true friends, too. And I need your friendship right now! Please pray for Daddy. Pray for healing. Period. Even if you would normally never ask God for healing, would you do it now? What does it hurt to ask?

This is one of Daddy’s favorite scriptures–his self-proclaimed motto, “No High Like The Most High” comes from this passage. This is how we are praying…

Psalm 91 (I’ve inserted Daddy’s name, Darrell to make it personal…)

Darrell dwells in the shelter of the Most High [and] will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.

Darrell will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”

Surely he will save Darrell from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence.

He will cover Darrell with his feathers, and under his wings Darrell will find refuge; his faithfulness will be Darrell;’s shield and rampart.

Darrell will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday.

A thousand may fall at Darrell’s side, ten thousand at his right hand, but it will not come near Darrell.

Darrell will only observe with his eyes and see the punishment of the wicked.

If Darrell will make the Most High his dwelling–even the Lord, who is his refuge–then no harm will befall him, no diaster will come near his tent.

For he will command his angels concerning Darrell to guard him in all his ways; they will lift up Darrell in their hands, so that he will not strike his foot against a stone.

Darrell will tread upon the lion and the cobra, he will trample the great lion and the serpent.

“Because Darrell loves me,” says the LORD, “I will rescue him’ I will protect him, for he acknowledge s my name. He will call upon me, and I will answer him’ I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver Darrell and honor him. With long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation.”