The first attack I had was in 2009
while we still lived in Australia. We had just eaten dinner and shortly after
my back began to hurt. I didn't think much about it but the pain worsened as
time passed. Soon it was almost unbearable. Since it was late, almost midnight,
my husband stayed home with the kids and I drove myself to the hospital. Once
there they hooked me up to a heart monitor and took my vitals. I got sick at
one point and had to vomit. The doctor could not determine what had caused the
pain, so he sent me home with two morphine tablets.
Eventually,
the pain subsided and life went on. Over the next few years I would have more
attacks and later come to find out that I had gallstones. In 2011 I had several
gallbladder attacks. These would last about twelve hours or more. I was
severely nauseated and the slightest movement would cause me to wretch. The
pain was awful and debilitating. All I could do was sit on the couch and ride
it out with a bucket in my hands or nearby. I did go to the hospital once more
and they performed an ultrasound. That test confirmed the presence of
gallstones and sludge.
I was told
that I would eventually have to have surgery to have my gallbladder removed. I
used to eat a lot of antacids and was mindful of the types of foods I ate so as
not to trigger another attack. That only helped a bit. I still had attacks. In
January 2012 I had an episode of what was later called gallbladder colic. It
lasted about six days. The pain was more dull but never really left. I called a
friend one night to ask for prayer. To my surprise she showed up a bit later at
our home. It was around 9 p.m. She came over to pray with me. That time of
prayer was awesome. As our prayer moved from my need to another need I heard
the Holy Spirit say to me, "You are healed."
I knew the
Lord had spoken to me and I quietly received His words. I didn't share His
words for quite some time. I kept them to myself for a couple of reasons.
First, I believe in the power of words. I believe that we can tear down or
build up another by what we say. I did not want to share this special message
and have others negate God's word in my life.
Secondly, I
wanted time to pass. I wanted to see this miracle take root and stay in my
life. I treasured God's words to me. It was like a holy secret that we
shared.
It has been
two and a half years since that night. I have not had another attack since
then. Prior to that it seemed I was heading for an eventual surgery, possibly
even an emergency surgery.
As I was
driving home this morning I was thinking about some books I have been
given. One is called 23 Minutes in Hell. It is a true life account of how a man
was taken to hell and what he saw while there. There are other books about
similar types of visions or journeys that people have said they experienced,
often with Jesus as their guide.
That got me
thinking about my own story. We are often so quick to discredit someone because
of something that seems too unbelievable, lacks logic or simply flies in the
face of what we believe. A few of the books I know about are:
1. Heaven is
For Real
2. A Divine
Revelation of Hell
3. 23
Minutes in Hell
4. Close
Encounters of the God Kind
5. The
Valentine Prophecies
I know there
are countless others out there where a person was either taken to heaven or
hell. I have not read all the books listed above but am most familiar with
these titles. Why is it so hard to fathom that the God who created the universe
and everything in it is also able to take select persons on a divine journey?
While we can expect opposition from a disbelieving population of the world, why
do we, as Christian brothers and sisters, try so desperately to tear one
another apart?
I am not
saying that every account is genuine, but do we start out from the viewpoint
that what they are saying happened might be true? Or are we reading only to
find ways to validate our point that everything is false? Yes, we must 'test
the spirits' as the word instructs. I find the dynamics of interpersonal
relationships between professing Christians to be interesting. How quickly we
can devour one another with our high and lofty opinions without the effort of
truly establishing a relationship with the other person.
Of course,
we can also be very supportive and sincere. I am not trying to throw the baby
out with the bathwater. My point is this: What if God took you on an incredible
journey, whether to heaven or hell, or to some remote part of the world? What
if He showed you specific things so that you may share His message with this
world and His people? How humbling and fantastic would it be to be a part of
that? How troubling would it be to face the rejection and ridicule, not from
the world. That would be expected. How about when your church family rejects
and ridicules your story, your message?
This does
not happen only when books are written or divine journeys are made. We devour
one another for more simple things. The bible tells us in Matthew 5:3,
"Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of
heaven." It does not say, "Blessed are the poor in attitude", yet,
that is what we often become.
We become
petty, proud, resentful, superior, contentious, judgmental, self-pitying,
suspicious, hateful and accusatory. If we are not careful our motives become
deceitful, even deceiving ourselves. We offer Hallelujahs and Praise the Lord,
yet go home and slander the very thing we praised God for in another.
We should
not be ashamed nor afraid to share our stories with one another. So, what can
we do? The only person we really have control over is ourselves. No matter how
'good' we try to be to others we will not be able to please everyone. Once
again, it comes down to motive of our hearts. If we are real and sincere before
God, repentant and obedient, then we must trust Him to see us through the rough
waters of rejection, misunderstandings and every other tough thing that may
come our way. We must make a decision to truly TRUST GOD. Once we get settled
in Him the rough waters won't feel so rough.
We also need
to check our motives and our attitudes. If we are gossiping about others,
judging, tearing down instead of building up, then maybe we need to evaluate
why. Our attitude, how we respond to another who upsets us or simply does
something we disagree with, is a CHOICE...NOT A CONDITION.
In other
words, someone may say or do something to you that causes you to feel hurt or
angry. What you do with that hurt or anger is your CHOICE. It is NOT a
CONDITION you are afflicted with. You could choose to reconcile, forgive, ask
for greater understanding of the situation or pray for that person. You have
options.
You may
think you have a 'right' to feel and act the way you do in response. Maybe you
have a right when simply living by the rules of this world. However, when
living by the rules of God's word He makes it really simple.
1. Love God
with all your heart, mind, soul and strength.
2. Love your
neighbor as you love yourself.
3. And when you stand praying, if you hold anything
against anyone, forgive him, so that your Father in heaven may forgive
you your sins.
4. For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly
Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their
sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.
5. Then Peter came to Him and said, “Lord, how often shall my
brother sin against me, and I forgive him? Up to seven times?” Jesus
said to him, “I do not say to you, up to seven times,
but up to seventy times seven.
Give up your right to
yourself. Give in to the love of God. Let His love fill you so that you have no
room for any poor attitudes. Make a choice everyday to honor God with your
attitude and actions. Take time to know one another, to understand each other.
When in doubt about another person’s story, journey or message, seek God. Ask
Him to help you discern truth from error. In all your ways, acknowledge Him.
Many blessings to you all.
Thank You Lord for this beautiful piece of caring, sharing, informative literature. You literally permeate the very soul of my dear sister Jenny, as is evidenced here. You said we would be known by our fruit, Lord...so Jenny's tree sure is - ripe for the pickin'. Amen!
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