According to JD, He could be about to step into the light
Mar 30, 2020 15:56:01 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2020 15:56:01 GMT -6
What are your feelings?
This is an unprecedented moment in the world. And yet it conforms to Scripture.
I am amazed at the change God brought about in my family that resulted in the baptism of my three youngest.
We were estranged from church and falling stagnant. I had lost the desire to seek God.
Then a routine surgery went very poorly. It resulted in physical and emotional pain I had never experienced before. I wanted to die, it was so bad. And there was no hope for treatment because it is neurological pain.
The first Sunday after onset, I dragged my family to church. That very day, we heard that our pastor from another church, years earlier, was in the process of dying. That very moment.
We were able to grieve because we dearly loved him. I had actually e-mailed him a week earlier to copies of his sermons and was sad that he hadn't responded. My husband was able to attend the funeral.
We have a history with God where we seem to find out, in miraculous ways, that someone is about to die so that we may say goodbye.
The most prominent example is a call from an OR nurse telling me to fly to PA (from AZ) because my mother was in heart failure. We dropped everything and got out there. She was already in hospice with Parkinsons. I asked her doctor about the heart failure - and there was none. Ever. No ER visit. They had no record of a nurse reaching out to us, either. In fact, I wasn't on the list to call anyway. My mother had her husband and my sister taking care of her. So for someone to find my name and number, they would have had to dig.
The doctor said she wasn't in imminent danger and that she could live another year. He encouraged her to go home and we all discussed a reverse mortgage on her house for her continued care. We flew home confused. She died 17 days later.
Anyway, this pain pushed me to church even when I wanted to die. I know that only God could heal me. I was losing my mind. I think I missed perhaps 4 Sundays all year. The pain started to resolve, very slowly. Like 10% every two months. It just kept changing which gave me encouragement that there was a healing process. None of my neurologists know what to make of it.
I threw myself into learning about the many things church had left out. Like prophecy. Spent hours a day listening to sermons, singing, praying, and reading Scripture. My kids and husband became ushers at church. At the end of the year, my three youngest were baptized.
I feel that God gave me this pain to get my attention. That brought my whole family into reconciling our neglected relationship with God.
So when I think of THIS being it, I am so grateful that He loved us so much that He brought us back to Him that we could see the glory of His prophecy fulfilled, and to have peace within these troubling times.
I am also so sad that I don't have more to show God that I did for Him. I feel like my hands are empty. But I know He still loves me, because 1). He said so, and 2). He showed me.
This is an unprecedented moment in the world. And yet it conforms to Scripture.
I am amazed at the change God brought about in my family that resulted in the baptism of my three youngest.
We were estranged from church and falling stagnant. I had lost the desire to seek God.
Then a routine surgery went very poorly. It resulted in physical and emotional pain I had never experienced before. I wanted to die, it was so bad. And there was no hope for treatment because it is neurological pain.
The first Sunday after onset, I dragged my family to church. That very day, we heard that our pastor from another church, years earlier, was in the process of dying. That very moment.
We were able to grieve because we dearly loved him. I had actually e-mailed him a week earlier to copies of his sermons and was sad that he hadn't responded. My husband was able to attend the funeral.
We have a history with God where we seem to find out, in miraculous ways, that someone is about to die so that we may say goodbye.
The most prominent example is a call from an OR nurse telling me to fly to PA (from AZ) because my mother was in heart failure. We dropped everything and got out there. She was already in hospice with Parkinsons. I asked her doctor about the heart failure - and there was none. Ever. No ER visit. They had no record of a nurse reaching out to us, either. In fact, I wasn't on the list to call anyway. My mother had her husband and my sister taking care of her. So for someone to find my name and number, they would have had to dig.
The doctor said she wasn't in imminent danger and that she could live another year. He encouraged her to go home and we all discussed a reverse mortgage on her house for her continued care. We flew home confused. She died 17 days later.
Anyway, this pain pushed me to church even when I wanted to die. I know that only God could heal me. I was losing my mind. I think I missed perhaps 4 Sundays all year. The pain started to resolve, very slowly. Like 10% every two months. It just kept changing which gave me encouragement that there was a healing process. None of my neurologists know what to make of it.
I threw myself into learning about the many things church had left out. Like prophecy. Spent hours a day listening to sermons, singing, praying, and reading Scripture. My kids and husband became ushers at church. At the end of the year, my three youngest were baptized.
I feel that God gave me this pain to get my attention. That brought my whole family into reconciling our neglected relationship with God.
So when I think of THIS being it, I am so grateful that He loved us so much that He brought us back to Him that we could see the glory of His prophecy fulfilled, and to have peace within these troubling times.
I am also so sad that I don't have more to show God that I did for Him. I feel like my hands are empty. But I know He still loves me, because 1). He said so, and 2). He showed me.