Proof!
In my mind, this is proof that God exists.
Weeks ago, my mother burst into my room at 2:30 in the morning to tell me that my father was gravely ill. Immediately, I sprang from my bed, got dressed and went into my dad's room to find out what was wrong.
What was going on shocked me.
He was sitting on the bed, wrapped up in a blanket, struggling to breathe. I was terrified. I didn't know what to do. This was the first time I'd ever gone through something like this. After several minutes, we finally convinced my dad to allow us to call 911. The ambulance arrived probably ten minutes later, and my dad was taken to the Emergency Room. The doctors worked on him for hours, and he wound up staying in the Intensive Care Unit for four days.
The problem?
He had a severe case of pneumonia, as well as a blood infection.
Even worse: he had (and still has) non-small cell carcinoma in the upper and middle lobes of his right lung.
For four days, he was on life support. For four days, numerous family members and friends prayed for a speedy recovery. The doctors administered a German drug called Xigris, which would hopefully prevent my father's organs from breaking down. Thankfully, the drug worked. Thursday afternoon, he was taken off of life support and moved to the Progressive Care Unit. He stayed in the hospital for five more days and was finally allowed to come home.
Awesome news: the prayers were answered. The Lord worked overtime. Not only did He help my father through this ordeal. Not only did He pull my father away from Death's door. But He also caused the tumors to shrink considerably.
To me, this is absolute proof that God really does exist, and that He really does care for His children. One of my father's doctors is quoted as saying that never had he encountered someone so close to death. I feel that if it weren't for the Lord, we would have lost my father.