tough times

Two weeks ago, my father had a stroke. The stroke affected that part of his brain which controls his sense of balance. I still thank God that that is the worst part, he was not paralyzed and he need not be rehabilitated.

When he was hospitalized, I was in a circus of emotions.

My father is a strong man and I realized that it’s just plain heartbreaking to see someone you’ve known all your life to be tough in a weak state of health. And I have a mother and a seven-month pregnant belly to worry about. (Thanks to Irvin, I have someone to share my burden with.)

Right now, he is having his recovery at home. He is still having problems with his vision and his walk is still unstable. But by and large, he is okay.

I remember reading Bo Sanchez’s blog entry entitled All Things Will Work Out For Your Good. There may be times when you will ask, “Where is God?” The answer: He is working, connecting the pieces of your life together, completing the jigsaw puzzle that is your life.