Saturday, June 7, 2008

Hospital smiles.

Hey everyone! I've already posted a few entries on my blog about the journey of finding out the news about my dad. For those entries, you can view them by clicking here.

But with the start of this new blog, I wanted to add these two photos to this blog that we took when my dad was in the hospital as they were running all the tests to find out what the large mass on his lung was. Despite everything he was going through, he still was able to flash a smile for his photographer daughter and her camera. He has amazed me with his positive attitude and his continued faith in a time when I know he could easily be doing the opposite.

God bless,


Chip said...

I can see the Seminole Spirit...I can feel the thunder of the Hoofbeats.....the waving of the arms in an orchestrated chant. I can see General Lee and his mighty stallion rearing up....I can feel these things...because I can feel the power of the Williams Spirit calling on the power of God.
We can't feel your feelings...but we can drive the stagecoach to victory for you. Hang in with the've got the A-Team backing you all the way.......
Love Chip, Angie, Tanis, and Summer (along with Tiny Bubbles and Trinity the wonder-pup)

Chip said...

Hey....10 minutes after sending my comments...I was deluged by emails...usually the kind that you just 'click...quik-view...then delete it if doesn't strike ya...

But as I kept reading...I was focused on the 'message'...not the it is:


A pastor had been on a long flight between church conferences. The first warning of the approaching problems came when the sign on the airplane flashed on: Fasten Your Seat Belts.

Then, after a while, a calm voice said, "We shall not be serving the beverages at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is fastened."

As the pastor looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive.

Later, the voice on the intercom said, "We are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal at this time. The turbulence is still ahead of us."

And then the storm broke . . .

The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the engines. Lightning! Lit up the darkening skies, and within moments that great plane was like a cork tossed around on a celestial ocean. One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific currents of air; the next, it dropped as if it were about to crash.

The pastor confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those around him. He said, "As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying. The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they would make it through the storm.

"Then, I suddenly saw a little girl. Apparently the storm meant nothing to her. She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat; she was reading a book and every- thing within her small world was calm and orderly.

"Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she would straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world.

When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm when it lurched this way and that, as it rose and fell with frightening
Severity, when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous child was completely composed and unafraid." The minister could hardly believe his eyes.

It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark, our pastor lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for such a long time.

Having commented about the storm and the behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid.

The child replied, "Cause my Daddy's the pilot, and he's taking me home."

There are many kinds of storms that buffet us. Physical, mental, financial, domestic, and many other storms can easily and quickly darken our skies and throw our plane into apparently uncontrollable movement. We have all known such times, and let us be honest and confess, it is much easier to be at rest when our feet are on the ground than when we are being tossed about a darkened sky.

Let us remember: Our Father is the Pilot. He is in control and taking us home. Don't worry!

Scarlett Lillian said...

You're the best Uncle Chip! Thanks for reminding daddy of the Seminole spirit! Thanks for sharing that great story!