HAPPY FATHER’S DAY TO OUR HEAVENLY FATHER!

It was June 2008 and my father has been in hospice for 6 months. My Aunt called me on the phone and said she wanted to go to the hospital with me to visit my dad. It was early Sunday morning and it was Father’s Day. I agreed and I went in the bathroom to take a shower. As soon as I stepped in the shower the Lord whispered to me and said this is the last Father’s Day you will be spending with your father.  I looked up and said well Lord you are my Heavenly Father, so HAPPY FATHER’S DAY to you and I blew up a kiss.

I walked up to the hospital door and someone I meant while visiting my father was there with his family. I knew his family because we attended the same church. We never discussed where we went to church and I was so surprised because I knew his family. God knows what and who to put across your path at the right time. During the course of the time my dad was in hospice this man always said hello and we have had conversations. One day he asked me if I thought my dad would mind him praying for him. I had explained to him that my dad never took me to church, never prayed with us as a family and the Lord Jesus Christ was never mentioned in our household. He said he believed that God had prepared my dad’s heart and he would allow him to pray. He came with me to his room and daddy allowed the man to pray with him. My cousin who is a reverend came several times to visit and I believe that my dad turned his life back to Christ. He started talking about the Old Testament and he shared with me that he used to be on a choir that traveled all around Philadelphia. He shared stories with me and he cried because he had suffered some hardships that I had no idea about. 

 You never know what someone encounters as a child could affect their adulthood. I was speechless because he was talking to God in his sleep and he was saying God I didn’t know.

As the hours went before his transitioning the nurses disconnected the machines because they said it would be better if we didn’t hear the beeps and the alarms going off. My Dad began to speak in tongues and my Aunt began to dance and shout go on home! Go on home!

One of the nurses said we were a blessed family to experience the mercies and grace of God. It was a beautiful experience knowing my Dad was going to be in peace and he was not in pain anymore. Prior to going into hospice he wrote his own obituary. He picked out his own outfit and shoes and left specific instructions to how he wanted the services and how the repast should be. He outlined a diagram of where his pictures should go on the obituary. I remember him telling me he lived his life and it was well with him because he was ready to leave this earth. He commented he lived his life and did it all. The last words that he told my mother were that he loved her.  It was beautiful! 

As I end this testimony/story I want to say HAPPY FATHER’S DAY to our HEAVENLY FATHER. He is a Father of the fatherless, and a judge for the widows, is God in his holy habitation. (Psalm 68:5). I prayed that my Dad would be saved and God did just that. 

 I pray right now that my experience saves, heal and bless someone else in Jesus Name, Amen!    

                                                                                         Love, Brenda Brown

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