A Hospital Room

I’ve been fortunate in life not to spend much time in hospitals. Our family has been blessed with good health. But last week, that changed. I found myself sitting in a hospital room beside my dad after his surgery, doing my best to care for him, though most of the night was spent simply watching, waiting, and praying.

My prayers that night were different from those I had prayed in the months leading up to this moment. When I first learned about my dad’s brain tumor five months ago, my prayers were frantic and full of fear. I pleaded for answers, comfort, and healing. As time passed, those prayers shifted—sometimes calmer, sometimes desperate again—but always hopeful. I knew God could do great things, so my words became simple and honest: “Take it away. Heal him. Please save my dad.”

God answered those prayers. The tumor was smaller than expected, and though the surgery ended earlier than planned, the outcome was better than we imagined. My dad is now recovering well. In that hospital room, I was reminded of the truth found in Ephesians 3:20–21:

“Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen.”

Looking back, I realize how often I’ve limited my prayers or failed to fully trust God’s power. But this experience has taught me that our God is not bound by what we can imagine. He can do far more than we ask or think.

My prayer now is simple: Lord, never let me stop coming to You. Help me to bring You every hope and desire, trusting that Your will is always good.

To Him be all glory—the One who loves us, hears us, and still does exceedingly, abundantly more.