God and my Father
These days, people have lost their faith...choosing addiction and filling their minds with doubt. I believe in God and I believe in my father. The day my dad went into the hospital, I admit, I felt angry with God and I couldn't believe what was happening to my dad. When I saw my dad that first time in his hospital bed, I realized that my faith in God and my love for my dad were the only two things that would get me through this mess. I prayed everyday and I will continue until my dad gets better or until God takes his soul to eternal sleep. I prayed for my dad to open his eyes and that night one eye opened for me. The next time I prayed, I asked for both eyes to open this time. The next day, it came true. From this moment on, I knew that my prayers were being listened to and answered. I asked God that if he was going to take him, to take him soon and if not to give him back to us. Being strong in my faith and my love for my dad...I will wait for this last prayer to come true too.
