Tuesday, July 21, 2009
I often think of what my life would be like without acknowledging the presence of God and his working in my life. I just don't get it when people say "Oh that was a coincidence." or "If that makes you happy to believe there is a personal God who cares for you o.k. but I don't." I think even more importantly is the fact that not only do I have a personal God working in my life, my life has been transformed by Him.
The past couple of weeks have not been easy ones for us.
When we arrived in OK we learned that my oldest brother was in the hospital in Tulsa. Milton and I decided to go the next day to visit him. We spent about 4 hours with him and he talked with us. We saw that it was going to be a long haul to recovery but the doctor was hopeful.
My brother has been on dialysis for several years, was obese, diabetic and had a heart condition. He had lost a lot of weight, was doing well with his diabetes, but had recently gotten a pressure sore on his heal that became gangrene! He had been in and out of hospitals many times! He realized he was in God's hands but was ready to fight for his life.
On Sat. we got the message that he had been taken to ICU after throwing up for most of the day. It seemed there was more wrong than we thought. We decided to leave Sun. a.m. and head for the hospital.
My brother had deteriorated quite a lot. Not only was he on a ventilator but he was suffering quite a bit. We were able to be a comfort to the boys and my sister-in-law. At about 11:00 p.m. we got a call that he had gone into cardiac arrest. They had revived him but there was not much hope for his recovery.
Mon. a.m. Milton and I once again made our way to the hospital (we were staying with cousins who lived only 15 min. from the hospital so the kids didn't have to come with us.)
As I stood in front of my brother's hospital bed, I could see how he had suffered. Slowly his body had broken down and there was no hope of recovery. Milton and I read some Psalms to him and we prayed for him. My brother was a follower of Jesus Christ and his life had been transformed about 3 years ago. He went from a bitter, angry man to one who was filled with hope, and joy. My dad's prayers for him were answered! I had had the joy of being in church with him last summer! That was a precious memory!
As we said our goodbyes, I was filled with a peace. I knew that not only was my brother's suffering over, he was on his way home! At 10:13 a.m (or there abouts) my brother Bill was home! As the chaplain entered the room, she said, "Go in peace, faithful Christian. Go in peace."
The fact that we were in OK at the time, that we were able to stay with cousins in Tulsa, and did not have to return from around the world shows me that I do have a personal God who is intimately acquainted with me and my needs and desires that I see his working in my life for exactly what it is--God at work in me!