MY GOD IS POWERFUL

I reached home, my dad was sweeping the floor.
He bent down, and felt a sharp pain in his knee.
But he continued sweeping. I offered to help (I hardly do, but seeing him like this breaks my heart). But he tells me to go do my own stuff.

I heard that 'crack' in his knee, I think I did. And I really respect my dad for being who he is. The man of the house. The brave one. The loving father.

I offered to help again, but he told me to mind my own thing. And at the same time, he told me he might not be going for the spinal operation. I was puzzled, I asked him why. He mentioned about Dr. Chan (my family doctor from a long way back). Dr. Chan told him to hold his op for the time being, because my father may not need that yet.

Then I said something that I thought I would never say. I told my father I will pray for him, because my God is a powerful God. As usual when something like this happens, I'll walk straight into my room and shut the door behind me. I don't know what was my father's reaction. But I do hope that I'll reach into his heart one day. As well as my mom's and bro's.