Stinking To High Heaven
I didn’t have time to get ready.
My lung collapsed before I had the time to brush my teeth, shower, or get dressed.
I hadn’t even finished my morning smoke and coffee.
I had to call 911 now…and I did and they came and received my smelly, disheveled self unto the hospital.
I am a man of no small vanity and I was consigned to stinking up a room at Rogue Valley Medical Center for a week without proper hygiene or grooming .
I wasn’t ready and I was paying for it.
God was prepared, however.
He had Trey’s mom at the ready and she got me through the first few hours with that nurses degree He helped her achieve and three decades of of our hard fought friendship.
Another nurse saw me texting and asked what I was doing…”live blogging my demise”, I answered.
“Not if I can help it”, she replied.
From that point, till I came home.. He had every detail of every moment covered, had scheduled every prayer and divine encounter necessary , and He never left my side…either by his Spirit or the presence of His people.
He did not care for me according to my good works and piety but according to the price I had been bought with.
It wasn’t about me, it was about Him and because of Him, I was covered.
I am now facing huge challenges on every side.
I’m not ready.
That’s good news, friends…and it’s not just my news.
Make your own application…
i’m getting error messages, so i don’t really know if anything from here is posting – but these words are very encouraging to me this a.m. – my nurse daughter’s specialty was sold by the hospital she works for to an international chain and she has been laid off by the hospital as a result – hard working single woman with a mortgage – we’re seeing our routine and expected security blow up in our faces – i’m with you here reminding myself that you are right, it is our Father’s show and He loves us
I hope this is not out of context of this thread but it is about medical emergency and God being in control. I had been involved in a prison riot at a maximum security prison as a correctional officer (prison guard). I ended up getting a disability retirement although I had only been working as such for eight years. My disability was truthfully minor. However, in order to be a prison guard you must be 100% physically well. 99% just does not cut the mustard. Anyway, I was allowed to work and keep my retirement, I just could not work for the state anymore. So I started to drive a tour bus. About my second month of being a bus driver a car entered the freeway in front of me and crashed into the guardrail. The car bounced back into the fast lane and had no lights on. It was 2-14-03 at 1:30 am. It was dark, slightly raining and slightly foggy. No other vehicles were even on the freeway at that time but I knew that there will soon be some and that car was not moving, with its lights out and no one was coming out of it. I pulled my bus to the shoulder and turned on the four way flasher. There were passengers using their cell phones to call 911. I grabbed my cell phone and a flashlight. I did not know how many people were in the car and of what age, whether they were men-women-or children. I told the passengers to stay in the bus and I went to give first aid if needed. I had CPR training as previously being a prison guard, a volunteer firefighter and an Emergency Chaplin for the Red Cross. Still nobody was coming out of the car in a hazardous position. While I was standing at the driver’s window a pickup truck came, doing 65 mph. It hit the car and me. Throwing me 122 feet through the air and I landed on my head, on the pavement. I went immediately into a coma. Of course I remember none of this, or even going to work some 16 hours ago. I found all of this out by the Highway Patrol report. When I was taken to the E.R. there was a Chaplain there that knew me. He called my step daughter and told her that he was told I will be dead within six hours. After 10 hours passed and I was still alive, they told my daughter that if I live, I will probably not come out of the coma. Six weeks later when I started to come out of the coma they told her that I will probably be a Quadriplegic. Little did they know that God had a different idea. I have been asked if I know why God saved my live and I think that I do know why and it had nothing to do with me being a good person. While I was in a coma many good people were praying for me. God wanted them to know that He loves them, He hears them and He will answer their prayers. He also wanted to show those praying that He is in control of the medical system and those working in it. Plus, by me living longer, it gave me more time to be a living testimony to Him and to give Him more praise than I did previously. My point to all of this is that God works in multiple ways when he takes over a single incident and it is not always known how many people that are a part of it.
God bless you,
Thank you for that…God bless you.
Paul’s #2 is really food for faith
no one has said it but i doubt that i’m the only one who has thot it … in our sinful condition we all smell a bit rank
Paul, your testimony means more to me today, than you can know.
Paul, Thanks for sharing that.
Truth be told, we are are stinkers – even the “best” of us.
It’s like putting cologne on a dead man.