Update on My Father in the Phillipines

"Honey, I am fine--was in the middle of the flash flood but the Lord saved us..."


Those were the words in an email that I woke up to at 4am in the morning after endless days of scouring survivor lists until the wee hours of the morning.  After endless prayers were lifted up and many quiet tears held back. After fearful, swirling minds rushing through the worst of "what if's".

Happy words. Living words.


He was safe.



He lost his home. He was mildly hurt from saving others out of danger. But they managed to get out. I am so grateful to God that he is alive and to have another chance at being a better daughter, I think, as I fight back the tears welling my eyes.

So I call and we talk. It is a bad connection. He says they lost it ALL but are safe. They are out of Leyte (the hardest hit region of typhoon Yolanda, one of the strongest typhoons to ever hit in history). They are going to be placed in a hotel for the next month and they will have food. They are going to get things squared away.

Thank you, Father, for saving my dad. Thank you for watching over him. Please continue to keep him safe and use this mightily in his life and the lifes of others. 



And thank you to our amazing community of readers who prayed and inquired about my father. We knew we were not alone in this and we so grateful for our in-real-life, church, and online family. Your love reached across the world and hugged us. We are so grateful for you.





If you are able you may help the people of the Philippines through the devastation of the super typhoon through prayers and donations to Samaritan's Purse or The American Red Cross here.