Behold, all souls are mine… Ezekiel 18:4 NIV
In one year, six months apart, I nearly died and did die.
I survived a pancreatic attack. The doctors came in the hospital and gravely gave me the bad news: “Because of your damaged gallbladder, your pancreas has misfired, and many of your cells were destroyed. We need to remove your gallbladder and cut off the dead cells from the healthy cells. We believe what is left over will keep you alive.”
First, they removed the gallbladder, but then when they came to the pancreas, they were in for a surprise. The pancreas was perfectly healed and beautiful as if nothing had happened. A day later I came home, a little sore, but healed.
But six months later I died.
I live in Florida in a golf cart friendly neighborhood. I was taking my dog to the dog park when she suddenly jumped out. I panicked and tried to grab her, but in the process, I fell out of the cart. My dog was fine, but I wasn’t. I fractured my skull on the pavement.
A lady came around the corner and noticed a man pick me up from the road and lay me on grass. He then silently walked away. She had never seen him before or since. Was this an angel?
She called 911. In the ambulance, I coded.
The nurses said I died and they had struggled to bring me back. My brain was swollen, my skull fractured, my ribs broken and I was bleeding internally. The doctors told my husband: “I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but it doesn’t look good for your wife. Her brain’s damaged. We don’t expect her to remember much, she might have to learn things over again, and she might not be able to walk or use her limbs.”
He was heartbroken. An army of prayer warriors set up camp and lifted my name to the Living God.
It was a struggle coming back.
I used a walker for a while, slowly took myself off the meds and worked hard on physical therapy. I don’t remember anything about the accident. I can walk, talk, laugh, cry, and even write. I can’t multi-task like I use to and I am a little slower in getting things done, but they get done. After six months my doctor said, “Chris, I don’t think you understand the brevity of what happened to you. When something like this happens to most people they just give up and die. You didn’t die. Trust me. It’s nothing short of a miracle.”
For years I lived in fear of what I would do when things changed. How would I handle change in my body, sickness, and even death? I’m not afraid anymore. Life changes, but God doesn’t. He always remains the same. I can say with confidence; the Lord is our strength and will see us through any and everything that happens. He’s got our back because we belong to the Lord.
God is faithful.
How about you? How has the Lord shown you His faithfulness in your life?
If we live, we live for the Lord; and if we die, we die for the Lord. So whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord. Romans 14:8 NIV
Turn to Me and be saved, all the ends of the earth! I am God. And there is no other. Isaiah 45:22 NIV
A bird in a nest
A child leaving home
A sick woman
All must survive
Without survival – death
Take away struggle
We remain weak
Remove our trouble
We learn nothing
Right side up
It’s not survival of the fittest
But survival of the faithful
Ushers in eternal life
The path God sets out for us is good
Leads to safety
Leads to Survival
Leads to Him
Grasp hold of Life
To the World
“No matter what happens
I’m a survivor!
I’m in good hands!
Our God reigns!”
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