It has now been a couple of months since my wife started going to different doctors and using a prescribed inhaler each day. What a difference!
I want to thank all of you who prayed for us. God has heard our prayers and shed His grace on us. Yes, He used doctors and medicine to get it done. But all healing ultimately comes from the Lord. All of it.
Now that she can breathe normally, much of Patty’s life has returned to normal. She still has a couple of years’ worth of bad sleep to catch up on, but the difference between then and now is eye-opening.
Again, thanks, everybody. We ought to pray for one another every day. Because God hears our prayers. Amen.
(P.S.–The pelican was a very early Christian symbol. I remember that, whenever I see one.)
From Heidi we have a request for prayer for Eddy, a beloved member of her church, very badly injured in a recent auto accident.
Oh Lord–nothing hurts us like the loss of our loved ones, and our fellow-soldiers. Please, Father, spare your servant, Eddy: grant him healing, speed his recovery: for we know that all healing comes from you. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Requested by Erlene–O Lord, You’re Beautiful, by Keith Green: sung by J. Michael Finley. From the I Can Only Imagine movie soundtrack.
Update: Patty has been able to go out and do errands three days in a row, with no ill effects. She couldn’t have done it three weeks ago. Thank you all for your prayers; please keep them coming.
She’s not ready to go out and tangle with an Ankylosaurus, or take break-dancing lessons; but as her assorted doctors try to find just the right medication for her, my wife has begun to feel better and yesterday was able to go grocery-shopping with me. The inhaler she’s using now seems to be doing some good.
So I thank all of you out there who’ve prayed for us, and ask you to keep on praying: we’re not out of the woods yet. But maybe we’re getting there–for which we give God the glory, and our thanks. Praying always in Jesus’ name, Amen.
Requested by Phoebe, Holy God, We Praise Thy Name. I don’t know who’s singing it, but I do know the bells of St. Francis, across the street from us, play it fairly often.
And now we’ve got to get ready for the pulmonologist, so please pray for us, that his word to us will be a good one.
Just looking at my workload for the rest of the day–oh, boy.
Type chapters of The Wind From Heaven. Create, type, and submit a Newswithviews column. More blog posts. I’ve already been to the post office, read another couple chapters of the Mangalwadi book, and done a few blog posts.
Oh Lord, give me strength, and make my work fruitful in your service. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
My allergies were killing me all weekend long, I’m not quite out of the woods yet today, and there are two more mass shootings to write about–not to mention expeditions to the laundry and the supermarket.
How many different ways can I say this? Stirring up strife is not only a sin; it’s dangerous. But what do Democrats do every day? How many times a day do they yell “Racist”?
They blame Donald Trump for somehow raising up “white supremacists”, as if the country were overrun with them, and their colleges and looniversities, every day they’re open, preach hatred of white people. If there is a white supremacy movement in America, it was liberals who created it. And liberals who fan its flames for all they’re worth.
I don’t believe these people are quite sane.
O Lord! For the sake of those of us who call upon your name, spare our country from destruction: for the same ones who hate you, hate us and hate our country. You would have spared Sodom, if you’d found ten people in it worth saving. So spare us; and deliver us out of the hands of those who would destroy America. You know better than we do, Father, who they are.
I love this hymn, and I’m so glad Erlene requested it–Bringing in the Sheaves, sung by the unforgettable Tennessee Ernie Ford. Patty heard me playing it and did a little dance: first time she’d done that in a while.
Her ear has begun to fill with fluid again, but the doctor said not to worry about that: now that he’s made the hole, it’ll drain out. Eventually it will all drain out. Meanwhile, she’s happy she can talk on the phone while holding it to her left ear–couldn’t do that while the ear wasn’t working.
I went to the supermarket after that, it’s only 84 degrees today but it feels hotter than that, and then had a cigar and wrote another chapter of The Wind From Heaven. For some reason I now feel exceedingly tired.
Thank you all for your prayers, and please keep them coming. We need ’em.
Well, one problem’s been solved!
Patty’s left ear hasn’t worked for several months, I had to communicate with her by yelling, which doesn’t come natural to me and I don’t like it–but it wasn’t wax buildup. It was fluid behind the eardrum.
This morning the guy went in there with a needle and drained as much of the fluid as he could. Voila! She can hear again! I can stop yelling. Wow, something actually worked!
Everything else is still up in the air, but at least this page has been turned. Thank you all for your prayers–and we still need them. There’s still a long way to go, lots of doctoring left…