There’s an Christian author named Frank Foglio, who tells about how his daughter was injured in a car accident.
Her brain was severely damaged, and despite hundreds of people praying for her, her condition grew steadily worse. Finally she had to be placed in the hopeless ward of an institution for the mentally ill.
7 years after the accident, things had not improved. In fact his daughter had once clawed her way out of a straitjacket and tried to hang herself with a bedsheet. The absolute hopelessness of the situation had started to take its toll on Frank, and his faith started to waver.
On one very difficult journey to the institution, Frank was arguing with God.
"How could You be a God of love? I wouldn’t permit such a thing to happen to my daughter if I had the power to prevent it. You could heal her. But You won’t. Don’t You love people as much as even I do? You must not." Frank felt his anger rising against God.
"Praise Me," a Voice said to him. "What for?" Frank replied.
"Praise Me that your daughter is where she is."
"Never!" he spit out. "I would rather die than do that."
God had no right to ask him to praise Him, when God wasn’t doing His own job of showing His love for people.
The Voice said again, "Thank Me that your daughter is exactly where she is,"
Frank said, "God, I couldn’t praise You if I tried. And I’m not going to try, because I don’t believe I should."
As Frank continued toward the mental home, the Holy Spirit worked in his heart, and he felt his attitude begin to soften. He said, "Well, God, I would praise You if I could - but I just can’t."
A little further along, he confessed, "I would praise You, but You would have to help me."
After arriving at the institution. Frank went through the procedures to get clearance to get into the most restricted part of one of the buildings. It always took a long while to get into his daughter’s ward. Sometimes, he wondered why he continued to come. His daughter didn’t recognize him. She didn’t know him from a stone on the ground.
Finally, Frank was in the last waiting room, the one that separated him from the ward. One steel door remained to be opened. Standing before it, Frank Foglio heard the calm and firm voice of God one more time:
"Thank Me that your daughter is exactly where she is."
Frank, finally whispered his surrender:
"Okay, God. I thank You that my daughter is where she is. I know that You love her more than I do."
At that moment a vaguely familiar voice cried out, "I want my daddy, I want my daddy."
The attendant opened the door, and Frank raced to his daughter’s compartment. Clothed in her right mind, she threw out her arms and embraced her father. Nurses, attendants, and guards gathered around in disbelief and joy.
Goes on – Daughter was able to come home that day, after 7 years.
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