My Dad.

That's all of us but Ross. My dad went to the ER today for chest pain, and it's not the first time that's happened, so he's probably okay. It just worries me. He said the pain got up to about a 7 out of 10. They put him on morphine and stuff. So, please pray for him. It made me think about how little I talk to my dad or listen to him and that really stinks. We spent a little time alone together while we were waiting for my mom to get there and it was nice. He gave me advice and told me about him and my mom when they were first out of college.

My dad was going to go to Moody Bible Institute for missionary aviation. But then my mom graduated college and his parents and their pastor told them that didn't seem like the right thing for them and they gave it up. My mom said they barely even thought about it. She took a teaching job and he flew planes for the military. I won't say what advice my dad gave me. That was such a nice moment for me, I'll just keep it to myself.

He's going to New Bern Medical Center to stay the night tonight and then have a stress test tomorrow. Please please pray for him because I don't know what I'd do if it was anything serious.

My mom just called me and she's insane. She told me she thinks I need to go back to Peru to think about things. Like, Thursday. I don't know about that. I might just hide away in the mountains of Georgia for the weekend. That would make a little more sense. But then, really, nothing makes sense.

Recommended listening for the day: Michael Card, "God's Own Fool."