Steam Rolled Again

As the praying faded, I felt awkward and very self conscious. I tried, to no avail to shrink into my chair. All attention turned to me and I felt the leaders of the conference converging on me, like sharks circling their prey. They laid hands on me and began praying for my healing. This went on for 30 minutes with only a tiny interruption to say, "God wants you to know you are worth more than you could imagine. After all He gave His son to die for your sins." This brought a rush of tears and racking sobs to my body. I knew this, but never really took it to heart before.

That night my leg was in so much pain that I couldn't sleep. It felt like a steam roller had parked on it, throbbing continuously, in unending waves of torture. I wiggled and squirmed, changing positions constantly, trying to find a comfortable position, while praying for some kind of relief. I received none!

The next day I barely made it to my own church for Sunday school. The people at church formed a consensus that; I looked extremely sick; I needed to go home and rest; and if I didn't feel good by the next day I should go see the doctor. There was no argument from me. I didn't have the energy for it.

I got in my door just in time for my body to erupt in excessively, violent vomiting, that quickly turned to dry heaves when the last bit of the minuscule meal I ate the night before was expelled. My body went from cold chills to a furnace overheating, all day and night.

By 8:00 pm I knew I needed a medical attention. But I wanted to wait until morning, so I could see my doctor, HE KNEW ME, my body and all my health issues. After all he'd been trained for eight years to know what to look for 'with me.' I just had to make it through the night until his office opened...

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

John 3:16

I am blessed

Merrym Dawn Mathis Bruce