This morning, my grandfather fell and broke his tail bone. We got the news while we were up at my brothers visiting his family. 5 hours later, back to Houston we headed and straight to the hospital. We were only there for 30 minutes before he got a room. I offered to stay the night with him since I didn't have work in the morning and everyone else did.
So, here I sit...in a dark hospital room with doctor's coming in every few minutes to check this or that. My grandfather is resting peacefully and has laid everything in God's hands. We are hoping for a quick healing and no need for surgery. He broke the same hip about 7 years ago on Christmas Day. We teased him that he liked to be In the hospital on holidays.
Tomorrow we meet with the doctor and see if he needs surgery. If he does, he will have it tomorrow. If not, then he will stay for a few days, then get released.
Before he fell asleep, he asked me to pray for him. I asked God to bring comfort for his pain, guide his doctors and nurses to make wise decisions and to bring peace to our family. It was such a sweet moment for me to pray for my grandfather. I know that no matter what tomorrow brings, God will be there, along with my family (spiritually or physically) praying for healing and strength.

A man’s heart plans his way,
But the Lord directs his steps. (Proverbs 16:9 NKJV)

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