Where the rubber meets the road

I cant sleep, I spend more time now thinking of things to calm me as we go down more of a rougher road than I was expecting. 

Dad has struggled and is still in the hospital, needing a second surgery which was needed it seems in part due to some nurse issues.  He sits in the recovery room right now sedated in part to let his body rest.  He looks like he's lost some weight which puts me back in the lead for "family gut of the year."  The surgeon told mom to go home today because "pardon me ma'am but you look like hell."  

I honestly don't know which end is up right now.  It sure is easier when times are better to sit down on Thanksgiving and thank the Lord for all he has given us.  However when the boat really rocks do we sit still and know God is really there and listening or do we jump out of the ship?  It really is a struggle at times.  Then I come home and there are my biggest supporters.  Daddy, we are going to have a humming contest want to join us.  So I join in and for about 30 minutes we have a "contest" followed by some bedtime stories and talks about what is going on with papaw.  So I climb back onto the boat and the waves hit, It is well with my soul sounds good.  Funny how the Lord knows just who to use to get me back on board.  Dad please come home, I need to hear those stories again, I need to hold your hand to see if my grip is stronger than yours.  I need you to come to my garage to look for random things to take home to "fix." 

I just need you