Time is of the essence.....

Well, I have definitely been a little ghost lately, I know... but so much going on. Last Friday, my life changed forever. My father had a MAJOR stroke. Like, major. We were at the house drinking smoothies and 30 minutes later, I got a call from him, breathing heavy and my heart dropped. I had to call 911 remotely and get them to the house. They had to break in through the basement to rush him to the hospital. According to doctors, he shouldn't have survived from the house, but he did. I found the pajamas he had on and the pressure reading from the paramedics. It said his pressure was 192/136! Lord, that was beyond the level of survival. But he did.

The miracles that we have seen are far beyond our belief and understanding. The doctors thought he would have little to no movement and let me tell you about MY DADDY, he was moving upon command and trying to focus with his eyes. On Saturday, it just did not look good. We stayed at the hospital through the night believing God, praying, crying, and holding things together. One of the local pastors came and prayed over him. His frat brothers came from all over. Some of the church members that had relocated to Atlanta came too. I mean, we felt like we were in the final hours. As the doctors were delivering bad news after bad news, I began to cry. Then I left the room and went to the chapel with my little sisters to pray. I prayed like I was certified world travelling evangelist. I prayed so hard that people were peeking through the chapel windows to see what was going on. When I left out of there, I was so strengthened. I heard God's voice just as clear, "Go sing to your father, he will come back to you".

Let me tell you, my sisters and I went in that room and began to sing "breakthrough" to him over and over and felt the presence of the Holy Ghost fill the room. It was to the point where all of dad's close friends were in tears. They were so touched by that moment that they had to leave the room to compose themselves. We knew we had to go before the throne with a boldness and a confidence like never before, and we did. On Sunday morning, we got an early morning call that daddy had opened his eyes and was responding to command. Lord, we rushed to the hospital immediately. Dad was coming back. All because we weren't giving up on him.

When I asked if he missed us he began to cry. When I played Kanye West, he tried to tap his left foot. So, we know that God is more than able. Monday night, all the visitors had begun to go home and it was just mom and the girls (me and my lil sisters & god mom). So, I said, "Mom, I think we need to corporately pray for dad." She agreed. I went to a corner in the hospital and began to go before the Lord in fervent prayer. When I came out from beyond the veil, I immediately when in the room with daddy and began to pray for him. His eyes began to flutter. I ran out and got the rest of the crew and we began to pray like never before. My mom anointed each one of our hands with oil and then we all laid hands on a different part of his body and prayed silently. My mom (who is also a dynamic woman of God and pastor) began to pray and command the angels to lift him up. As she was commanding him to rise, my father's ENTIRE body began to lift up. The force of his body bucking knocked each one of us against the walls around us. It was something out of a movie. The nurses came running in to see what actually was going on. They said what was going on with him was simply beyond medicine.

I am sitting in the hospital waiting room now, still holding on to what God showed me and promised. I will be keeping you all updated periodically if I am up to writing. Just been so exhausted from this whole experience, but trusting God for the strength.

-Mel