The Age My Father Never Got Past
A good heart report brought relief, but turning 55—the age my father never got past—raised a harder question: What am I doing with the time God has given me?
A good heart report brought relief, but turning 55—the age my father never got past—raised a harder question: What am I doing with the time God has given me?
Some nights, nothing is technically wrong enough to explain how heavy everything feels. This is what carrying pressure nobody could see taught me about giving it to God — and having to give it to Him again the next day.
At 38 years old, one month married, I found out my LAD — the artery they call “the widow maker” — was 99% blocked. My doctor told me someone was watching over me. This is the story of the warning my father never got, and what I’ve done with it since.