The Call.

The Call.
by guest writer, Caroline Hubbell Yingling, Webb’s daughter

My Dad got “the call” today. The call from his transplant team that an organ had become available. A parent or a child or a friend also got a “call” today… a call to say that their loved one had died. A miracle and a tragedy, all in one day.

A surgeon too got a call today. A team of them actually. To be on the ready, to facilitate this tragedy becoming a miracle.

I can’t help but reflect on the distinctions among the calls exchanged today. One, a call to hope and saving and one, a call of sadness and loss. And yet another, a call to act, to serve and to excel.

All of these calls are calls from God. A call to return to God. Return to him in heaven. Or return to the work he meant for you to do. Or to the life he meant for you to live. Answering God’s calls requires the fortitude to pick up the phone, the faith to trust that it is God himself on the line, and the wisdom to know when it isn’t.

I received many calls today. As you might imagine. Lying in the hospital room, awaiting his new liver, my Dad called on me to please log on to his blog and write. “People are counting on reading it,” he said. He is right – we are counting on being able to hear his words again. HIS, not mine.

But when your father calls on you to do something, especially in such circumstances, you ought to do it. The paraellel for me today is inescapable. What does the Almighty Father call on us to do and are we doing it? My Dad feels called by God to share his faith with others and even in the middle of his most frightening of times, he sought to fulfill the promises he made to him. Let my Dad’s example in this respect be, as it often is, a guidepost for our own lives and how we respond to God’s calling to us.

(I know he will be back on this blog soon. I know it. And I am so grateful to God, the doctors, and the donor and his family for this day.)

About the author

Webb Hubbell is the former Associate Attorney General of The United States. His novels, When Men Betray, Ginger Snaps, A Game of Inches, The Eighteenth Green, and The East End are published by Beaufort Books and are available online or at your local bookstore. When Men Betray won one of the IndieFab awards for best novel in 2014. Ginger Snaps and The Eighteenth Green won the IPPY Awards Gold Medal for best suspense/thriller. His latest, “Light of Day” will be on the bookstands soon.

4 Comments +

  1. FANTASTIC NEWS!!!! What a blessing!!! We’re praying for a fast recovery and for Webb to be back here blogging all right through it! Thank you Caroline for your inspiring and thought-provoking words. You all have your father’s gift for sharing through the written word. God bless you all!! Much love and many prayers being sent to the whole family today and through this journey with you.

  2. Praying for healing for Webb, wisdom for his medical team, and peace for the donor’s family. What a precious gift has been given on this Father’s Day – another chance at life. Sending lots of hugs …
    Lisa

  3. Caroline, please know that you and your family are in our thoughts and prayers and hope your dad has a great recovery. When you called Jeremy during our game and he immediatly left, we told all the boys what was going on and you can only imagine the number of questions that came from 11 yr. old minds. They too are pulling for your dad and will keep him in their prayers. Tell your dad we all won on Saturday. Even the family that lost a loved one has to have comfort in the fact that their unselfishness has saved the life of another person and that is truly God at work and a victory for all. Take care, Ed

  4. Ahhh what a blessing that Web received his transplant and how appropriate that it was on Father’s Day. Webb is such a wonderful father himself. And as we all know, he has such a wonderful relationship with our Heavenly Father. I see a lot of symbolism in it.
    We are all continuing to pray and think of the Hubble family. Thanks so very much for sharing this blog…its truly inspiring.

    Love to you all,
    Twyla Fendler

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