Enjay08’s Weblog
We often feel alone during times of trouble. God doesn’t want that. He promises to always be with us.Archive for August, 2008
My Brother, a blessing
Following my little stay on the floor in my bedroom, as soon as I was in the hospital, my brother arranged to come to my place to help. He had to travel a good distance and was obviously very concerned about me.
He stayed at my place, and looked for ways he could help. He visited me in the hospital, and we had talks about things from our shared background, things we had never really talked about before, being separated by life’s events for many years. Then he went to my house and worked on anything he thought he could help with. And he worked HARD!
When I came home, he was gone, but had left many evidences of his work and his love. Faucets gleamed, the driveway was white again, clothes were washed and folded, clean linens were on the bed, a new dryer vent was installed, the refrigerator was spotless and on and on. I know there are things I haven’t spotted yet that say: “I love you, Nora.”
I felt very loved and cared for. He didn’t have to do any of those things, but he saw a way he could help and grabbed it. I can’t tell you how it touched my heart. He is truly one of God’s blessings to me.
And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye did it unto one of these my brethren, even these least, ye did it unto me.Matthew 25:40
For God is not unjust so as to forget your work and the love which you have shown toward His name, in having ministered and in still ministering to the saints. Hebrews 6:10
Thank you, Roger, I love you, too. And Thanks to Jane who graciously loaned him to me during this time.
How God used a safety pin and two hangers to save my life.
There’s a long story behind this, which I won’t bore you with right now, but this is the setting: I’m on the floor in my bedroom and can’t get up.
I’m in a very weakened condition suffering from a severe case of chemo-related diarrhea. My legs just won’t work so I’m stuck there. I can’t crawl, but can use my arms. I know I need something to drink as I am very dehydrated. I needed to get to the phone, but first I knew I desperately needed something to drink.
Then I spotted an unopened bottle of Gatorade, just what I needed, but it was on the other side of the room, at least 3 miles away. I prayed. The suggestion came to me to use two hangers as a type of lasso to reach across the underside of the bed and pull the bottle to me. After much work, I got the bottle, but could not open it. I was very weak and could not open the tight lid.
Then I spotted a safety pin – a large one. I used it to punch a hole in the side of the bottle and was able to empty the bottle ito a drinking mug. I drank and drank. I was in such a weakened state that I believe I could not have survived to get to the phone without the liquid.
Eventually I made it to the phone. I spent 18 hours on the floor working and resting, trying to get up, then just trying to get to the phone.
Help came – I was rescued – and spent two weeks in the hospital getting my poor system back to ‘normal’.
God was with me through every moment of the 18 hours and gave me solutions to the problems I ran into.
13 Those who are planted in the house of the LORD
Shall flourish in the courts of our God.
14 They shall still bear fruit in old age;
They shall be fresh and flourishing,
15 To declare that the LORD is upright;
He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in Him.
Praise Him
