God Heals
I was excited, it was getting close to the day for the first "March for Jesus" in Guatemala. I was so excited to be able to take part in this celebration. I thought about all the things that I had done in my past that had denied Christ, and now I felt that it was such an honor to be able to publicly stand up for Jesus.
All my life I had problems with borderline high blood pressure. The doctors, in trying to control the situation, had prescribed one thing after another. At my last visit my doctor had changed me to a new beta blocker medication. For the first time my blood pressure had been acting correctly.
Suddenly for some reason, I began to feel so week. I could hardly sit up, much less walk around. One afternoon I decided to mow the lawn. I usually had a gardener come out and do it, but money had been scarce and so I had decided to do it myself.
I was pushing the mower around the yard, but it was all I could do to keep at it. I felt like I had concrete blocks on my feet, and I soon broke out in a cold sweet. I didn't know how much longer I would be able to keep it up.
I felt relieved when my son's car appeared from up the street. It was easy for me to accept his offer to finish the job. I didn't say anything to him about the way I felt, but I was more than willing to go sit down and take a rest. I puzzled over the way I had been feeling, but I didn't want to tell him what was happening.
My daughter awoke one morning and began to tell me about a dream that she had. She said, " you and I were walking up towards the commercial center, and I remember that you were getting weaker and weaker, and finally were unable to walk any farther. I couldn't help you because I was too small." Although she was 15 years old, she was only 4' 10'' tall and weighed 85 lbs. So it was easy to believe.
A couple of days later I begin to walk with her up to the commercial center to keep her dental appointment. As we walked my feet grew heavier and heavier. Finally I told her, "I think this is the day that your dream comes true," and I explained to her what was happening.
By now it was closer for us to continue on then to turn back. I figured if I could make it to the dental office, I would be able to sit and rest up for the trip back.
By the time she was through at the dentist I was actually feeling worse, so I decided to walk across the street to my doctor's office and have her take a look at me.
So, I told her what was happening and she gave me an electrocardiogram and sure enough, my heart beat was so slow that it was hardly functioning at all. She called and made an appointment for me with a specialist, asking that he receive me right away.
I then went out to a pay phone and tried to call my son at home to come and get me, but the phone service to my house was experiencing some type of problem and the call wouldn't go through. So my daughter and I began to walk home very slowly. I really didn't know if I could do it, and I was asking God to help me, when around the corner came my son. He said that he started to feel worried about me and decided to come and pick me up.
When the specialist checked me out he said that the only thing that he could see that was causing the problem was the new blood pressure medication, and ordered me to stop taking it immediately.
I went home and right to bed. I quit taking the medication, but I didn't feel any better. All week I was in bed and barely had enough strength to get up to the bathroom.
Still, I had made an appointment with my son. He was to leave his work early on Saturday and come and get me to go to the march for Jesus. I prayed so hard that I would be able to go.
My son asked me several times if I still thought I would be able to go. I always answered yes, but I continued to be very weak.
Finally the day arrived. I called him from the telephone by my bed, to remind him to come.
He said, "Yes, I'll be there about noon."
Around 11 o'clock in the morning I knew that I needed to get up and get ready. I pulled myself up out of bed, but I couldn't stand up. I tried to get to my feet, but to no avail. Finally it became clear that I wasn't going to make it. My son had arrived, and came into the room to tell me that he was just going to go put some gasoline in the car, and he would be right back.
Finally I told him, "I don't think I'll be able to go, I just can't do it."
He said that he would go get the gas and then come right back.
I lay back on the bed, but I felt so disappointed, I had so wanted to go. I wanted to show everyone that I loved Jesus.
I climbed out of bed and falling to my knees I began to sob before the Lord, and tell Him how sorry I was, that I couldn't go. I said "God, I ask you to consider me as being present in that march, I want to go so bad. I reached for my bible which was close at hand. As it fell open I began to read,
"For you , O Lord have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling, that I may walk before the Lord in the land of the living. I believed, therefore I said, 'I am greatly afflicted' and in my dismay I said, 'all men are liars.' How can I repay the Lord for all of His goodness to me? I will lift up the cup of salvation and call on the name of the Lord, I will fulfill my vows to the Lord in the presence of all His people."
Psalms 116: 8-14
It was the word of the Lord to me, I bowed my head and said, "Lord, I believe that you are telling me that I will keep my promise to march in the sight of all the people, and if you say it, I will fulfill it. Thank you"
Just then I heard my son coming in the door downstairs and I called to him, "go get the car and bring it around to the front door, I am going to march." He stuck his head in the door and said, "are you sure, mom?"
"Yes" I answered, "the Lord has told me so," and I read him the text. Hesitantly he answered, "if you're sure?"
"Yes", I said, "I'm sure."
He helped me to the door and brought the car around. all the way to town I wondered how I would do this. We were to meet 3 miles out of the downtown area, form into groups, according to churches, and then walk the 3 miles into town singing praise hymns. We would then stand in the central park blocks and listened to different speakers, sing some more hymns, and then walk back to the cars and go home. It was a bright sunny day, but I knew that if God had said it, I would do it, and I really had no doubts.
We parked the car and as I started to stand up, I felt strength come into me. I stood as we began to join our group and get into formation, then walked without care into the downtown area, stood all afternoon in the park,walked back to the car at the end of the service, and I never had any more problem. I felt so proud to stand in that group, knowing that the television news reporters were filming, and knowing that all the world who saw me knew that I loved Jesus Christ with all my heart.
What a privilege!!
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight." Proverbs 3: 5 & 6
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