I know it’s Sunday. I just saw the email. Gysy Mama. Five minute Fridays. I read unexpected. I know I just need to write. Here goes…
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Most importantly: leave a comment for the person who linked up before you – encouraging
Three weeks ago today, the expected unexpected happened. The call. Come now. Quick. Your daddy’s not going to make it this time. The expected unexpected has been coming for a long time. He has survived open heart surgeries, cancer, diabetes, COPD, CHF, numerous heart attacks and heart procedures. He always survived. Doctors and nurses were always amazed.
Unexpected… these past three weeks. Unexpected… my world stopped with that call. Unexpected… me floating through time. Unexpected… days blend; each new one slamming into the old. Unexpected… I feel small. Unexpected… I feel alone; brokenhearted.
Unexpectedly I find Him strong carrying me. It is ok to feel numb. To grieve. To feel small. To feel alone. My God given daddy went home to be with the His Father. My Father. This was not unexpected to Him, our Father. He knew all along. He was preparing me. And, it was time. His timing is always perfect.