A request for prayer for a very special man

When you are a kid, you think your parents are invincible. You think they know the answer to everything. At least I did. I thought my mom was the best cook, the best seamstress, the best cake decorator. I thought my dad could move mountains. I thought he was the best gardener, the best sportsman, the hardest worker.

I don't remember when it happened that I thought I knew more than they did. When I started being  embarrassed by the big full-size station wagon picking me up from school or my dad's car that was ever needing repairs. But I still loved them fiercely with all my heart and thought they were invincible.

The day I realized otherwise was a shock to me. We went bowling and for the first time ever, I beat my dad's score. I felt like I needed to apologize. Somehow it scared me that I had beaten him. Like there was a chink in his armor.

This past January, I was once again reminded that my dad is human and not invincible. He was diagnosed with cancer. They removed the tumors and began treatments. All seemed fine. A few weeks ago, I called home just to say 'hi'. My parents informed me that they were just returning from the hospital because my dad had another tumor removed. This is a very aggressive cancer and my dad will be having another surgery soon.

Please keep him in your prayers.

Taken when we met for a week at the lake.

Teaching Anna the finer points of waiting forever for a fish to bite fishing.