At 3:00 AM my mom calls me. I answer the phone and I hear her say "Gracie, your dad loved you so much...but he's not with us anymore". My whole world crashed. My dad? Gone? Nah. I closed my eyes and went right back to sleep.
I woke up around 9:00 AM that morning. Still in shock. It didn't feel real at all. I started thinking to myself *how could God let this happen*.
Dad was tired of going to doctors all the time. He was tired of constantly having anxiety.
He didn't have to deal with that anymore. He wasn't healed in the way we wanted him to be, but he was healed.
The End