A Open Letter To Amy

Dear Amy,

Your father is a great man of God. Your father is a great doctor. Your father is a great father. Your father is a great man.

I went through Bell’s palsy, knee problems and other various ailments with your father. I camped in his waiting room at least three years of my life and spent thousands of dollars in co-pays. I may have paid for your education, but I am not sure.

At a pivotal point in my life, your father took on the assignment to take control of my medical needs. I went to him when I did not know what was wrong with me. I hate going to doctors but I was talked into it by one of my friends… and the severe pain in my stomach. It was decided that I was to go through a series of off-site tests right away. I was scheduled for three tests that day but I only made the first one.

During the cat-scan, the assistants determined that it was an emergency and called your father right away. Your father told them to immediately call the EMS ambulance and to send me to the hospital. For an unknown reason, they wanted to just send for a non-emergency transport that might take an hour to get to me.

I am not sure what was said, but I could hear your father yelling at them over the phone to get the EMS right away. They then decided to argue with your father about which hospital to send me to. Of course, your father won this pointless argument. I was transported straight from the cat-scan machine onto the gurney and sent straight to the hospital that your father wanted.

In a panic, I started making frantic calls to anyone that I could think of. Karen was the only one to call me back while I was still in the ambulance. Karen kept repeating, “Tell them that I am your sister!” The last thing that I remember that day was going through the two double doors of the hospital. I made it just in time, due to the swiftness of the EMS crew and the quick thinking of your dad.

During my long eight-month stay, your father was there almost every day. He kept me updated and prayed for me. He assembled a top-notch team of doctors and approved of every step that was taken. During a dark time, he sang songs about healing to me. I looked forward to his cheerful smile each day.

His prayers were heart-felt and real. He was honest and told me the facts. However, he let me know that not all facts are the truth. All of my organs shut down, but that did not stop your father from praying for me. Pastor Rick has stated that he only wants true-believers at his death bed, believing that he will be healed. Even to his last breath he wants them believing. I was surrounded by people that believed. Joey, Amber, Karen, Autumn, Chris Nault and many, many others. Your dad believed in my healing.

Suddenly, my organs came back online, one by one. Your dad still prayed. I started to get strength into my body and your dad still prayed. I started to walk and your dad still prayed.

I was released and your dad rejoiced.

Your father took a tough assignment.

I am grateful that he did.

–Grateful and alive,
Tracy

God bless.