little unexpected answers

This past weekend I went on a girls weekend with three of the best gals I know, going on 4 or 5 years of friendship now, we got the chance to see each other grow up in college, saw each other through weddings, major moves, job decisions, job frustrations, stupid boys, awesome boys, and they are the girls who literally saw me go from my "normal" life to my whole life being changed in a manner of seconds.  They are the ones who received frightened and scattered texts as I drove to the hospital that night, who held me and listened as I had breakdowns in our apartment back at school, the ones who knew how to make a rough day better with 2 buck chuck and dancing.  They deserve gold stars for the incredible friends they have been through this dramatic, bumpy ride and I am so grateful and humbled that they have never once given up on me (oh my gosh I am tearing up) and have stayed the truest, most selfless of friends when I sometimes feel I have nothing to offer in return.  They know when to make me talk, when to change the subject, and what kind of chocolate I like.
These three have seen the transformation firsthand and I don't have to explain anything to them because they have known every good update and every bad update.  


To me they have shown the love and comfort that Jesus calls us to give when times are good AND times are bad, they truly are the person of Jesus in the flesh and I am so glad He brought them to me.
10 minutes after I got home, I wrote this email to them.


My mind is blown.  I was super not looking forward to coming back to the reality of dealing with my dad.  I have been straight up praying the last month-ish that God would just heal him completely and work a miracle, God tells us to ask for the desires of our hearts, and that is my desire, so why not go big?  God is bigger anyways.  As I walk in the house after saying bye to kels my Dad starts telling me how he just got off the phone with his friend who is a physical therapist (or maybe he is an occupational therapist) and his friend has written a workout schedule for him ("workout" is very relative, think about what your grandparents do to exercise then dial it back even more).  But still, my Dad is stoked on it, and actually going for it, I have bothered him for years to do exercises to help him get stronger and live longer, and after enough people bug you/encourage you/write everything out for you, I guess thats what it takes.  So this is an answer to my prayer in a way, just not a way i was expecting, but this is all in the bigger story of my dad's life and my prayer life.  Just one more step towards him enjoying life a little more and showing himself and us he can fight harder.

so hashtags to take home....

#AmazingWhatALittleEncouragingCanDo   #EverythingInGod'sOwnTime   #PrayersAnsweredInUnexpectedWays 

#YouDon'tFeelLikeWorkingOutToday?WellMyDadWithStage4CancerAlreadyDidBoomRoasted

#GetOverYourProblemsGodIsStillWorkingThemOutForGoodIfYouKeepYourEyesFixed