My bonus dad, Pappie was dying. He had a brain tumor, was unconscious, rail-thin and at the end of life. There was no God in our family and yet my Mom prayed. Sitting beside him, she said, “God, if you’re there, I will search for you and follow You till the day I die.”
In that moment, he woke up, and the healing process began. I remember him coming home, unable to walk, learning to move, eat, and work all over again. My mom kept her promise – she lived for and searched about, with and for God, till she passed away in her 60s. I would see her up in the wee hours talking away with God in the garden, her restless soul arguing or laughing – doing real life with Him. I went into life never doubting God existed.
Emra