Suddenly

Suddenly, life, as we know it changed

John and I were preparing supper in the kitchen about 7:00 p.m. on Dec 23rd of 1999 when suddenly we find ourselves rushing toward the emergency room of the nearest hospital in manning, SC. Johns holding his head growing,“ I’m dying”. I’m driving with one hand, trying to reach 911 on the mobile, praying in tongues for John and familiar scriptures that seem appropriate, hollering at idiots drivers that slow to a turtles crawl when we approach them from behind with the emergency flashers on. I manage to reach my pastor as well and his family meets us at the hospital. They assess john’s condition with a scan and decide to air-vac him to the Medical University of South Carolina in Charleston. They’re in the late night hours a resident Dr. approaches John’s bedside in ICU and tells us “We’ve had a wake up call”. There is total involvement with blood leaks on both sides of his head. The one on the right not easily assessable and the one on the left near the surface and apparently the worst of them. They had to wait and see if the leakage had stopped when they reduced his blood pressure.

The waiting turns into 10 days. By this time I have contacted everyone I have ever known that knows how to pray. My new church family, John’s & my immediate families. Our prayer partners recent and from the past. The family of God rallies toward the need of someone in the midst of a battle of life and death. I begin to receive calls from all over the country, they have heard and they are fasting and praying. Even the lady at the parking lot booth at the hospital has taken note of John’s last name and has had her church praying for his recovery.

The time has arrived. Ten days into all this they wheel John away on a gurney toward the operating room. Not a doubt in his mind he will be coming out a better man, with the piece of God reigning in his soul. He didn’t even look back.

Six hours later the Surgeon appears into my circle of supporters in the waiting room and announces. John has made it through the surgery but there were many complications. The aneurysm burst during the surgery and he lost 2 pints of blood. They had to leave a crimp in one of the veins and there was a threat of the left side of his body being paralyzed. He might not be able to talk or swallow either. They also put him into a chemical coma and would begin to bring him out in two days. So we would know nothing at all for at least two days. We all looked at each other in unbelief at the hearing of our ears. Then we all went home. The grief that consumed me was indescribable.

God had never let me down in the twenty some years sense he cut his covenant with me. I had to speak to the Father alone. When I tried to sleep, the negative words of the Surgeon would rehearse over and over in my mind. It was like being on the front line of a battlefield and live weapons being fired at me from all sides. I played the Psalms loud on CD all night. When I would wake, I would force my mind to concentrate on Gods comforting word. Then I would dose back off for a short while. This went on for three nights. Then the Lord brought me to a place of death to my will and releasing my sweetheart totally into the hands of God. Could I trust Him with loved one? Once I did this, the piece of God that passes all understanding flooded my soul and spirit. Piece at last, but now how would I know haw to prey. My church family was in a constant state of intercessory for us. And Velvet & I attended church on Wednesday night. During that service, the Holy Spirit faithed me, by speaking his word into my spirit. “My Name is above aneurysm, My name is above crimped veins, In fact my name is above every name that is named and they must bow their knee to my name and submit to the healing power in my name.” The Lord had given me a word that would sustain me and heal John.

“He sent His word and healed them”!

It took a while, but to make a long story short, It’s been 11 years sense all that happened and the Lord has restored John’s health.