Just around 15 minutes ago, my auntie called.
Then my Mom said Uncle was having trouble breathing, and they had called an ambulance.
I just watched Mom rushing to their house with an umbrella in her black top and red dance skirt.
But as I watched, I prayed.
I knew Jesus could save him. Or maybe his time was up.
Still, I want Uncle to go to Heaven.
I told God, please whisper to him, please let him see the angels that are with him now.
So I went back to my room and prayed.
It doesn't matter if God answered my prayer or not.
He's there with him now, and He's here with me too.
I don't want to see Uncle dying.
I'm glad that I had gone to see him yesterday.
His voice had changed, probably due to the water in his lungs.
He wanted to get out of his chair but waited for us to leave first. He didn't want Mom and I to see him in his weakest state.
12.25 PM.
I'm supposed to be at church at 12.30 PM.
I'm gonna be late.
Camp starts today.
HEBREWS 4:15
It speaks a lot to me.
Love ya'll.
And I trust God that he's gonna be okay.
He may die, but at least God was there.
At most, God was there.
:)
I'll be back on Saturday.
12.3.08
