Thursday, 21 May 2015

The heart attack.

Back in early 2013 I was visiting my family in Perth.  It was my 2nd last day and I decided to visit my dad and spend a few hours with him before I left the next day.  My dad is 75.

When it was time to leave, my dad and I stood up and I hugged him.  There was an arrest in my spirit. It was like my stomach moved.  My immediate thought was 'is this the last time I am going to hug my dad?'

Dad walked me outside and as I drove off, this sense of 'something' was still very strong.  I took an extra long look at dad.  Then as I drove around the corner on my way home I started to pray.  My main prayer was, 'please Lord, don't take him until he knows you'  I prayed for his protection, health etc, as I really didn't know what I was sensing exactly, but it was a little alarming.

Back in Sydney I went about my day as usual, but the moment when I hugged him was still strong in my thoughts.  I had not told anyone about this.


Approximately 2 weeks later, my dad messaged me, as we usually contact each other via email or phone regularly, and he said he wasn't feeling well.  He said that he had been having strange pains and he thought it may be food related.  I asked Dad what the pains were and where, and he didn't really answer me properly.

I left it for a few days and then asked Dad again.  He said he is still having them, but again put it down to something rational.

A few days later, now approximately 3 weeks after the initial warning, I tried to ring my dad but the phone was engaged. I couldn't get through for quite a while so I decided to ring my sister. I explained to her that I couldn't get through to dad and it was a little strange.  She was shopping and said she would call him. She couldn't get through and I told her that he had been complaining of pains.  I rang her a couple of times and she started to get worried and decided to drive to his place.  She was half expecting him to be on the floor or something, but when she arrived he was sitting in his chair, watching TV, and the phone had not been put on the hook properly.  My sister asked my Dad about the pains, and he gave the same answer he told me, and like me, she took his reasoning.  She also suggested that he go to the hospital.

A few days later, my brother and sister were told by his neighbour that my dad's car was home but there was no sign of him. Again, my sister was on her way to my dad's with my brother ringing the hospital, where he was found.

I receive a message from my sister saying, 'don't worry, we have found dad'. I thought 'huh', 'I didn't even know he was missing!'.  Apparently he was in hospital.  He had woken at midnight with bad chest pain - he was having a heart attack!  He called an ambulance and they took him to the local hospital where they found blocked arteries and within a few hours he was operated on.

My sister said that because I had been warned that there was something wrong, this caused a higher degree of concentrated concern during this time, and she felt that this helped.  She and my brother due to family life get so busy, and at times may not get to speak to my Dad for a few weeks.  I also believe that the Lord showed me so that I could pray for my Dad.

All in all, I was thankful to the Lord for keeping him.

I Love my Dad!


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