Another Blogger is Born

Well, I've read and appreciated many of my friends' blogs, and I've come to the point where I needed an avenue to share my feelings, thoughts, etc. I may bore people, I may say dumb things, I may share things that are important to me but other's could give a hoot about. :) I hope to share our Joy's along the Journey...the Journey of life that we all are on. We're all on different roads...some rough, some smooth, some uphill, some downhill. But Praise the Lord for the same destination...Heaven! Most of you already know, my Dad reached his destination on December 28th. He was 57...battled cancer for almost 4 years...and was the strength & the rock of our family. We could always count on him for help, wisdom, encouragement, an answer... He gave of himself at anytime, and so selflessly. He and Mom trained us in the truth's of God's Word, taught us to love God with all our hearts, to trust in Him & look to Him for guidance & wisdom, to give our best at everything we do. I miss him so much. We were blessed to all be around his bed when he took his final breaths. It was my sister's turn to stay overnight, and we knew it might not be long. I struggled with going home...I just didn't want to leave. At around 1 (am) he was resting pretty good & Mom & Cheryl were going to try to rest as well. So I went home to shower and get a little sleep myself. I got a call sometime after 4. (am) Dad was really struggling to breath...Eric & I got there about the same time & sat around his bed with him listening, praying, crying, doing everything we could think of to make him comfortable. He wasn't communicating, so it was so hard to know what we could do. His breathing got so hard to listen to, as we could tell his lungs were filling up with fluid. Mom was telling him over and over it was ok...we'd all be ok...he didn't have to fight anymore... We all told him how much we loved him...I remember begging God to take him, I was getting so scared...wondering if he was in pain, wondering if he was hurting as much as we were just watching. Eric read Psalm 23 & we woke up Matt. We were all around him, and soon his breathing changed completly! We just sat so still waiting for another breath. He got so calm and peaceful...it was just what we were praying for! We didn't want to see him go struggling like that. He breathed slow and clear for what seemed like forever...(a few min.) Then we knew...he was with Jesus! He was healed! Just like we have prayed for 4 years...just not the way I wanted him healed. But God has a perfect plan. He has never abandoned me and I know he won't now. Sometimes I feel alone...maybe forgotten...but I know deep down He's There! I'm so sorry this got long and out-of-hand. I promise I won't make all my posts this long. :) I'll end with sharing a verse that Mom and us kids have clung to these past few months...a verse that is on a picture we got for Mom & Dad for Christmas.
Psalm 18:2 - The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower!