Saturday, February 2, 2013

In The Flesh...

Lately, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), I've been writing about my need for healing.

If you've been praying for me, I would like to take this time to thank you for doing so.  May God bless you. 

Yes, I am truly in need of healing.  And, yes... I am aware that by His stripes we are healed.  Meaning that ultimately, God heals us once we are saved, by us inheriting the righteousness of Christ, when we become His.  When we become saved.

As I've mentioned before, this does not guarantee that we will live lives without health concerns.  God did not promise us a rose garden.  Nor, did He promise us that we would live without troubles in our lives.

He promised to be with us, always.  To never leave us, nor forsake us, to be with us always, even to the end of the age.  Read Matthew 28:20 and other scriptures to confirm this.

Yesterday, my regular nurse did not attend to my wound.  Instead, an specialty nurse came to do an assessment as to my condition and needs, in addition to cleaning and redressing my once-again opened incision.

This same specialty nurse did a reassessment on me several weeks after my healing problem became obvious, in the fall.  However, this time, she wasn't alone. 

When she arrived, along with a trainee who has been nursing for several years, we sat for a few minutes to discuss my current situation.

During the cleaning and redressing process, she measured the opening.  Apparently, it is slightly smaller than last week.  Even so, she did measuring that hadn't been done, before. 

She measured the area that was visibly swollen.

Hmmm... this was a first for me.  I explained that even though she could only see a 4 cm length of swelling, I felt swollen inside even further.  Of course, I had this feeling long before the swelling became visible to anyone looking at me.

In addition, I let her know that it also causes me pain.  Usually most when I sit upright.   And, at it's worst, is when I cough or sneeze.  It's like a knife is stabbing me, on my right side.

How grateful I am she reported to her superiors that I am still in need of nursing care.  I am thankful that she recognized that there is indeed something going on inside me, even if no one yet knows what it is.

And, she and her cohort reassured me that the report from the CT scan should give the surgeon/doctor insight into what the problem is.

Some people might have just fluffed off what had been said, but I believed these women were speaking truth to me.  Why?  Because both of them told me they were born-again Christians.  Hallelujah!

This reminded me of 1 John 4:2, "Hereby know ye the Spirit of God: Every spirit that confesseth that Jesus Christ is come in the flesh is of God:"

After I was once again alone, I prayed.  And, thanked God for sending these women to not just give me medical care, but also for their encouragement. 

It did my heart good to hear that they would pray for me.  After all, it was like realizing that the spirit of God was with me, in the flesh.  Please know that I prayed for them, also.

I am truly thankful for prayer.  For prayer, works.  Thank you for praying for me.  Please know that I pray for you, also.  May God bless you.

Until next time...

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