Head-on

Grandpa hadn't really eaten in a week. He kepts going back and forth between slipping and rallying. No doctor had been seen all day. No answers to questions made available. Then Mr. Head-on came in and changed all that.

He straight-up asked if Grandpa if he had given up! Yesterday? Today? Right this minute? Where was he at? Had he given up or was he planning on it? Wow. He dealt directly with the issue, head-on. If you're giving up, ok, but you won't ever leave this place. If not, then start eating and work to get out of here. Very direct, very effective. Then he put some food in his mouth and told him to start eating. (G-pa said he had given up earlier, but now wasn't.) Down went "milkshake," some peas, some beef.

Thank you Lord for this doctor. Thank you for his boldness. Thank you for dealing directly with our sin by allowing your son to die on a cross. It was horrific, without a doubt, for you as his father, and for him as well. But there was no other way. Sin had to be dealt with head-on. Thank you for that Lord. Please deal with me head-on and pull me closer to you. You are hope and in you I place my trust. Amen.