 and my father had raised me to believe that God kept his promises. And so I spent the time when my father and my mother were away reading the Bible, memorizing every single scripture I could find on healing and God's promises. Eventually my father came home and for a while it seemed like he was okay, but slowly his health began to decline. He began to lose his sight, his speech, his coherence, his cognitive abilities. We still were not worried because God was going to do a miracle.