And he said: I'm Ready!

Its been a pretty interesting 3 year journey with God, filled with hurt, disappointments, happiness, joy, patience, deliverance and trust.

After my dog died on May of 2014, I though that the pain had subsided and everything was OK, but God had other plans. A month had just passed and I received a call from my brother to let me know that my Dad had cancer in his stomach and the doctor didn't give him much time. I thought to myself, Really? first my dog and now my dad is dying?!
I was so sad, devastated and decided to stop serving God, my family and friends. In that time of grief God revealed to me that I had to put my emotions on hold to serve him. He showed me that even in my suffering I have to wipe my tears and put his armor on because there was a task that had to be completed.

My father was an alcoholic, he believed in God but never had a relationship with him. When they discovered the cancer, he was actually angry with God. He used to tell me over the phone "I don't care about the God you serve", it was hurtful, our conversations changed because I couldn't talk to him about God.

So the doctor called one last time and said "you have to come see him, there is no time". With limited resources and unable to come up with the money to pay for the plane tickets, God intervened thru a friend from our church, he called us saying that he wanted to pay for our plane tickets.

We went on our way, arrived in the morning, rented a car and went directly to the hospital. There was my dad, laying on that hospital bed with his face full of  joy when he saw my face. At that moment I knew I needed to be there, I didn't know how to approach him about God but I knew that God himself would create an opportunity for that to happen. So I prayed and let God take over.

The next day we arrived at the hospital, we met with the doctor and the staff, they said "well he is going to die there is nothing we can do here so say your goodbyes'. My godfather came to visit as well as my brother and uncle. After a few hours everybody left including my husband, It was only me and my Dad in the room. That's when it happened....He said "I'm Ready!" I know why you are here so do it, I surrender.

I was crying and shaking uncontrollably, I couldn't believe it!, and holding his hand I prayed the prayer of salvation. Until this day I don't remember what happened or what I said, but he was answering yes to everything ... it was the holy spirit doing Gods work through me. We finished, we hugged and my daddy accepted Jesus Christ as his Lord and savior!!! YES! God is so good.
His demeanor changed and he was more relaxed and happy. He even started talking about hope and peace.

We left and a few days later he got worse, but at least he was sleeping all day. Then a month and a half later he died.

I was so happy and content, he accepted Jesus Christ and that he was on his way to heaven. My family didn't understand why I was so happy when my Father had just passed, only my husband understood why and was always by my side thru all of it. God put an end to his pain and suffering, and I will never forget his face full of joy.