So often we ask 'why'. Why does God keep Papa alive when there seems little quality of life left for him? We have learned over the years that 'why' is the wrong question.
Just read the Book of Job (Bible) sometime. Life dealt him a very hard blow, many times over, and in the end God revealed that there indeed was a much bigger story taking place. And, God indicated in no uncertain terms that He is sovereign. He knows what He is doing on earth, to us and through us. There is a purpose.
I am reminded of the many times I have sung songs like:
"Take my life and let it be, consecrated Lord to thee. "
"You are the Potter, I am the clay.
Mold me and make me after Thy will
While I am waiting, yielded and still."
Often we sing these songs of consecration, sometimes glibly, just mouthing words, and other times with feeling and devotion. Then, when God begins to 'mold' us we cry out in pain and ask, 'why are you doing this to me, Lord?'
I can't help but wonder if Papa is currently an instrument in God's hand, helping Him to mold and shape us to become the people of God that we long to be? After several nights of very interrupted sleep it's difficult not to cry out in pain and ask for some respite in this molding process.