Bless Be the Tie that Binds... Our hearts in Christian Love... My Truth...
It all began on Wednesday evening... I had finished a book that held a secret. One that immediately flashed me backward. A somewhat similar secret that I had only shared with one person. Was it something that needed to be shared now? I still don't know. I had once planned on writing a book about it, but could never find the words to say what was so very confusing in my heart and mind... Still when the book ended, it shared to readers that further action was planned... Only now do I wonder once again... Is our personal truths more important than others?
But let me explain the events as they occurred... You see, I've known I was very much like Thomas of the disciples. I have always doubted some things, one of which was healing. My brother had claimed to be healed by Kathryn Kuhlman...
Whew! Sure I went out to try to find info re this healer... This is the one and only video I watched... Ok, it was a little spooky, but, really, not surprising... I had little background on this individual so when my brother made his claim, I was...skeptical. Still am, even though I felt like Kuhlman was speaking right to me through this video. I had tasted of His Holy Spirit and knew His power. But, still, for me, for my own self, I did not know how to pray for a healing... I had already shared that I begin each day singing a little part of Each Step I Take, to ensure that I carefully walked through each day. I had been told that being on a blood thinner could be a problem if I were to fall so I admit concern on my part... Still, I didn't know how to pray for myself...
After I'd finished the book which I reviewed yesterday, I spoke a few words and immediately felt His presence. It was enough to allow me to fall asleep at around midnight...
By the time my niece picked me up to head to the hospital, I even got brave enough to seek her prayers. We kinda fumbled through that, since we'd never talked about praying for each other, even though she was often on my mind and heart... So we got there and while she was parking, I headed in to register and a Black woman was there to take my name, but she kept on humming while she typed... I asked if that was her humming and when she said yes, I said and that means that you are a Christian and ask if she would pray for me... Of course, she answered yes to both questions. Then the older lady who was helping me into a wheel chair, also agreed to pray for me...
Interestingly as I went to the next station, I was asked for a card I didn't have and had never heard of. Yes, you guessed it, I immediately started asking questions about what it was. Was it state or federal? Finally, I said, "If they refuse to treat me, I'm coming back to you... He immediately grew more careful. He said, if that was what I was worried about, that they would never refuse service... I don't know what I whispered to my niece but she knew I was serious about keeping track of what was happening in the medical field these days... I had grown tired and weary of all the "take-aways" that has been happening by our republican government...
Soon, however, I was on my way being pushed into the cardiology area where I was to have a procedure to "shock" my heart back into rhythm, if possible. One by one they came, a woman to do this for me, another to do that for me. The first two, I immediately was comfortable enough, or maybe desperate enough, to ask for their prayers. Both immediately agreed... But it was Jessica who not only said it, she acted upon my request...
She waited until a time when we were alone and then she came beside my bed and began to pray. His Holy Spirit immediately came and I began to speak in tongues, for I didn't know know what words to pray...
Sometime later, Jessica shared a confirmation, at least that's how I saw it, of the fact that she was there to minister to me... She told me that being a Christian was not the only connection between us... She, too, lived in a log cabin... She, too, had had brain surgery... And, she had been healed! I won't tell you of her miraculous story, but it was indeed a miracle that had been confirmed over and over... including her being able to have a child...
And as I listened to her story, I soon began to sing It Took a Miracle..."
For even if I didn't know how to pray for myself, I did believe in miracles and had learned of small and large ones as I grew into a relationship with God, Our Father...
Because, of course, I was soon singing His praises wherever I was. I note that one of the videos was written by John Peterson and it sends me back to participating in a cantata in which I participated as a community choir while I was living in Morgantown, WV. So once again, in the middle of a hospital, I was singing celebrating the fact that Jessica was there "for me..." and I was blessed by the tie that binds us in Christian Love...
And then I was in Twilight Sleep...until I woke up...
I was happy to be told that I would not be having the procedure. And promptly began preparing to leave... But while Jessica was still there alone, I turned to her and said "I have to ask, what are your feelings about politics. Unfortunately I sensed a withdrawal. She quickly said something like I don't have thoughts. I believe in the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost...Still happy, I asked, are you aware they are using religion as part of their activities. No, I didn't say anything further and realized that it would not be easily explored... I apologized and said you obviously have a wonderful ministry here, but I also have mine and it was related to what I asked... Folks, even now I have no idea what she was thinking about my initiating in-depth interaction when I had just been told what occurred medically...
By the time I got home I was exhausted, and easily took a nap to catch up on my sleep... It was at that point I tried to think through what I'd been told. The possible return of my heart beat back to a steady beat was unlikely. The surgeon pointed out that there was no way to determine when my heart upper portions had begun to increase in size. So there is no way to determine how or if a stroke could occur. And by the next day, when I felt a need for quiet, I began to think about exactly what future heart issues may occur... For, logically, I realized that nothing was accomplished while in the hospital...
Other than that I had received a firm prayer of coverage during that time period and I had received coverage by His Holy Spirit, who abides in the body I was given... And, of course, the words of another song came to mind...
And there was no longer doubt... I was in God's hands and I was sure that whatever He chose for my future was "being handled..." And I was no longer fearful or confused... My life was to go on no matter if my heart was to remain in AFib for my remaining days...
And it was just confirmed by a young boy...
This is what I know...
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