Hello everyone! Welcome today, to Moments Spent with God! I pray that your day is going well and that you are truly experiencing the presence of God in your day!
Today...as we begin our time together, I thought that I would share a story, from one of the chapters in my memoir... "Baby Steps: A Personal Journey with God through a Lifetime of Pain and Heartache." If you'd like to get to know more about me and the difficult journey I've walked through...to get to where I am with God today; then I know you will enjoy "Baby Steps."
Anyways...today, I would like to share a great story with you, of a lady I came to know while yet going through another knee operation. Little did I know that God was beginning a good work within me...even at such a young age. As I look back on this story, I can clearly see why God allows moments such as these to happen at a specific time in our lives and how He truly has a purpose for everything we go through.
Enjoy the story and if you'd like more information on my book "Baby Steps: A Personal Journey with God through a Lifetime of Pain and Heartache;" the information will be posted below the story.
Have a great day with God and may you truly experience His love and blessings today!
It's Always & Only Because of Him...
Excerpt from Chapter Two...God Works through Pain...
As I was entering my teen years; God was beginning to work in a way that I never fully understood at the time. As I was being admitted, for yet another surgery; I was taken to a hospital room, where I met a lady, who would be my roommate, while I stayed in the hospital. She had pins going through her foot, while weights hung over the end of her bed. She appeared to be a nice lady and she began to tell me that she had broken her foot but that’s all she seemed to want to talk about for the moment. We began to visit more, after the nurses got me settled in bed and through the days we spent together, we actually became good friends. In fact, the nurses would push our beds together and while recovering from surgery, we would work on crafts together or just visit and watch TV. As I look back on this time in my life, I see where a bond of friendship was truly being formed between this young woman and a young girl. Our friendship grew so quickly, while I was there; that we began to understand what each other was going through for the moment.
Within a short time, of my stay in the hospital, it was now approaching Valentine’s Day and I noticed that my roommate’s husband had brought in a box of candy for her but yet she just laid it in the windowsill and never seemed to show any emotion at the time. I thought to myself; this is strange but yet I decided to not say anything, as I felt that she would talk about it later, if there was something wrong.
Later, after her husband left, we were watching a TV show together and while we were enjoying the show, she began to ask me how I was able to cope with all the surgeries that I had already been through. I mentioned to her that I was a Christian and the only reason I was able to endure these difficult moments, was because I had Jesus living in me. After answering her question; I thought it was kind of strange for her to ask me this kind of question out of the blue, since we were just watching TV. As we continued to watch TV, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, she began to cry. I couldn’t figure out why she would be crying; so I asked her what was wrong. She mentioned to me that she had lied to the doctor and nurses about her injuries and how they had happened and instead of falling on her own; her husband had beaten her and pushed her down a flight of stairs. She also mentioned that the only way she was able to get help, was because her young son had ran upstairs and had crawled under the bed with the phone, to call for help. I asked her why she was telling me this and not the doctor and she said that her husband had just called earlier in the day and was threatening to kill her the next time he saw her. I began to instantly experience some fear…thinking that he might come up to the hospital and attempt to kill her and I’m sure that she was already experiencing similar feelings to mine.
After telling me everything; I told her that we should pull the call light, so she could tell the nurse everything that she had just told me. After talking with her for a short while, she finally agreed to talk to a nurse. As the nurse walked into our room, my new friend began to break down and sob uncontrollably, as she shared the whole story with her. Before the night was over, there were a couple nurses…the doctor and a policeman in our room. As the policeman continued to ask her all kinds of questions, I began to piece everything together in my thoughts that I had seen and experienced, prior to this night. I just sat there…thinking about how I had met this lady and how we became such good friends and so quickly too…never realizing the problems she was facing at the time. God was truly beginning a good work in me, even though I wasn’t seeing it that way at the moment.
Before the policeman left our room, he mentioned to my roommate that he would go and get her son out of the home and make sure he was safe, so she wouldn’t have to worry, while recovering from these injuries. As I looked over to my new friend, I began to see a sigh of relief on her face, as she had finally allowed the truth to free her, from the situation she was in.
As we continued to talk, during the days that I remained in the hospital; I continued to share with her the love of Jesus but finally the day came, when it was time for me to be discharged. I knew that we would miss each other and it would be hard to say good-bye because we had shared a quick but special relationship. As I left the hospital, she hadn’t yet accepted Jesus into her heart but the seed had been planted within her and she was now free, from the abuse that she had suffered with, for so long.