Part 2 Story...

The things that happened were only possible because God poured his grace on them. The Dr had reported that her father had only 2 months to live. She was preparing for him die. But he kept living month after month. The DR timing was way off. Who could put a number on someone days anyways? Only God can do that. She was on edge not knowing what to do or when he would die. She was in school full time, she started driving out to his house which was two hours away. He was living in middle of no where. No power , no running water. In the middle of desert. Her father had was a fighter, and fought the canser to the end. Every weekend that she could she would drive out there to see him. Although she love this man, she didn’t like him. It would take 12months, to come to place of liking and enjoying him. Seeing it a joy and huge blessing. His breath was always that of beer. Her blood boiled with the hate for beer. How foolish he was, when he drank. He rather chose the beer over living for his children. He wouldn't the treaments, he would have to stop drinking. Bitterness raged in her heart. Doubt of his love enter in her mind. Although these times were difficult they brought much growth, for both of them. They would fight back and froth, on topics of God. Although he would deny what she said, the conversations began to make an impact into his life. He knew what was right but he was still held captive to the beer. They batted truth, working out why they believed what they believed. Then one weekend far from home, he had been staying with a friend. When she got a call at 2amPlease come and get me I am very sick. He got into her car, and she took him home. On the way home, he told her. How he thought he was going to die. He couldn’t breath anymore was getting dark. He said “ I turn around and said God I will live for you.” He knew his life was meant for God. He was shook up. Everyday after is whole vision purpose changed. He tried again and again to stop drinking, but failed. Each weekend he grow more they grow more passionate about God. They even went to Church here and there. But still again and again he was held under rule of his beer. She couldn’t find her self to look pass this bitter heart towards the beer. She tried to change him, to stop,, she get anger and upset. It every time it only brought bitterness and more fighting. She thought will never stop? What he if never stops, can I still love him he drinks his life away?He often stop and help any one he could. He wasn’t one to hold back those in need if he could give. He was a poor man, but rich in simple faith he was growing in. He would offer his shoes if you needed them. It was said that when he was young right after Christmas, he just gotten new boots. When they walking he saw a man with none. He took them off and gave them to him. He told his daughter do what I couldn’t do. Go where I am not able to. I see now that living for God is the only way. Preach Christ don’t give up. But still he got drunkeach night. He said that the pain from the cancer was so bad, he rather drink it way. God was pressing hard and apply heat to make him in a treasured jewel.