Ecc_3:1, (KJV) To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
Ecc_3:2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
I took a break from writing a blog on Tuesday night because I developed symptoms from food poisoning on Monday night shortly after writing and sending a blog out.
The doctor asked if we ate out the night before and we had. My husband didn’t think that was the problem because he ate a small amount of the same food. I don’t know. So, I felt as if the Lord told me early on I’d be going to the hospital.
Later on, I also thought He was telling me I was all done being sick, and I wasn’t.
A few decades ago my husband and I worked with a youth pastor. He said, “I’ve asked God to speak to me in the same voice so I always recognize it.”
I need to do that. I’m not sure why I haven’t done it already. Anyway, after three hours of sickness, I began telling God I wanted to live. My husband said, “I’m going to call the doctor.”
That’s not his norm. The doctor told him I needed to get to the hospital. The problem was, how to manage while, er, busy.
Eventually things settled a little, and off we went. On Monday night I wrote about my sister having trouble breathing and that night I got so sick I was having trouble breathing.
Evelyn Christenson, a favorite author of mine when I was a young mom said she got tested on whatever she wrote about. The first book I read was What Happens When Women Pray. I got the picture of the book from her website where folks can order it. How awesome!
When I reminded my husband of that considering the circumstances, he said, “What are you going to do, stop writing?”
I don’t know if I could stop writing. It’s one of my six top priorities in life. Only if God told me to, and I’d ask Him to confirm it seven times at least.
People say that the number seven is the number of perfection and God used it to set up our week in Genesis, and He wrote to the seven churches in the book of Revelation, etc.
Anyhow, do you have a person that speaks common sense to you when you need to hear it? I really appreciate my husband.
Also, he took every turn in the roads to the hospital with care. Considerate.
May God bless you!