That Thanksgiving, revisited

**The name in this post has been changed to ensure confidentiality**

Saturday morning started especially early for me with a phone call from my dad. I hadn't heard the phone ring (in fact, I'm blaming that on my phone messing up rather than me sleeping too hard to hear the phone ring...yeah, right!). I dial *86, put in my password, wondering if something is wrong because it's so early...Once I hear Dad's voice I realize that it probably isn't THAT early for him since he tends to leave for work around 4am so my fear that something is wrong lessens a wee bit. This is a paraphrase of the message he left me:

"Daughter, this is your father. Greg Bryson called me last night..."

I hung up from voice mail without even listening to the rest of the message and dialed Mom and Dad's home phone number...RIGHT A WAY! Because what you don't know is that Greg Bryson shouldn't be calling my dad! You ask why he shouldn't be calling my dad? Because he should be DEAD!

You see, in a previous blog post (http://1lifeatatime95.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-thanksgiving.html) I tell of a story of a dying man!

The phone rings and Mom answers, I never got around to finding out if Dad had told her he was calling me, but she sounds surprised to hear from me at the crack of dawn. She tracks Dad down who is working on a carpentry job for Mom's new kitchen and passes on the phone to him. His first words to me are, "Greg Bryson called me last night!" My response is, as I am sure you can imagine..."what..um, how, I'm confused..." Dad went on to describe his very own shock and surprise when he received the phone call. Once he had grasped that he really was talking to his friend they spent some time catching up. Dad learned that Greg had just received a report of "cancer free" and was calling people who were important to him. Dad said that he describes himself as a "changed man" but Dad feels that he does not have a clear understanding of his need for a Savior.

They made plans to get together. I cannot wait to hear more!!

I cannot help but wonder if I had never had the guts/nerve to say something to this man all those years ago. What if I hadn't listened to God's prompting? This has been a very real reminder of my need to remain sensitive to the voice of the Holy Spirit.