What can I say? My faith never wavered that she would get better. And I guess she did.

I had my bags packed yesterday to visit her. I sensed something. Never in the entire time of this ailment had I the feeling to go visit her so suddenly. I told God I was ready to go and I wanted to go. "Send me, God. Send me." But He had me wait. And then this happened.

I was ready. I sensed something. And still He had me wait.

My brother said perhaps that was God's way of sparing me see her in the state she was in.

But my faith never wavered. Never. And it still hasn't.

My brother told me the Scripture of the three men about to be burned, that they prayed for God to save them, and even if He didn't, they would still praise Him anyway.

She fought for ten years, my brother told me. I didn't realize it had been that long. I thought it was half a decade.

Just pray for her, please, and her entrance into heaven.

As for me, I just need today to be a quiet day. I don't even know what I mean by that, but that's the feeling I get.

-Vaperfox