Sunday night I wrote: My husband is at church without me. For the last five functions we usually attend together, I’ve been at home resting with feet stretched out and blankets bundled about me.
Today, I’m actually warm enough wearing a light weight hoodie and a crocheted cap. I chanced the stairs yesterday to do laundry and to do some easy chores.
Somehow, my potassium got low, which hurts a person’s balance, and down I went, about a week ago. As I continue to write, I’m mindful of the goodness of God. As the body heals, being alone with God refreshes my spirit. At one point, I sensed Him encouraging me to write for His sheep.
I was supposed to go to the doctor’s again, but they couldn’t see me until today. From the very beginning, I’ve felt sure God was going to heal me. Around two days ago, it finally showed up in my eyes. My husband came home from evening service and said, “You’re feeling better!!”
“Yes, I am,” I told him.
I caught up on my Bible reading when I could finally focus over the past two weeks. I do well, then I slip behind. When reading three Old Testament chapters and one New Testament chapter a day, when I get busy over the weekend and don’t get it done, I think, Uh oh, I’d better read. Then the next weekend another four chapters behind, etc. It adds up.
I always think, if I can spend hours on a novel, surely I can read the Scriptures to catch my place.
I’ve been reading Isaiah and Jeremiah-not the most cheerful of books because God is mad at all the idol worship and putting babies in the fire for a wooden god. Blows my mind.
That’s why I’m not surprised that God is allowing tragedies in America. We’ve killed over six million of His precious babies. When I worked at a crisis pregnancy center in a city years ago, a young couple from a prestigious college came in to abort their baby. They appeared to be from China, he looked mad, she looked humble and afraid. When they found out we didn’t offer that service, he stormed out of the building, his wife behind.
Another client struggled over the decision to keep her baby-a lawyer in her late forties. The worker came out to me and said, “Pray! What a battle going on.”
I was the receptionist. Other clients included single moms with an African heritage, white teens living with older men they knew would provide for their baby, a Muslim girl looking to love a little one.
A young man came in with his girlfriend to help her choose to abort. When she left the room, he said, “She’s already got a baby. When I leave, who’s going to want them?”
That would have been his first child. When I called the home, he always answered the phone so I couldn’t speak to her. I wondered what she finally decided.
Margaret Sanger, from Corning, NY began Planned Parenthood with the idea of infanticide for African-heritage folks. She got some of that and more. All nationalities, with various levels of intellect and talents fell to the god of self as babies’ hearts faltered to a stop. God have mercy!
I went to the doctor’s again today. She ordered more blood work and told me to continue elevating my feet. If God wants me resting and not volunteering, going to a birthday party, or to church, I’m His to direct. Just makes me want to cry a bit.
I hope this finds you well! May God bless you.