Giving Credit Where It’s Due
She was rushed into surgery again with little warning, the incision was reopened, her abdominal cavity was cleaned out, and the wound was left open to avoid further infection. The surgery was supposed to last about 30 minutes, but took over three hours. We were worried sick, with our minds only to think the worst.
Finally, the surgeon came out to give us the dreary update.
Could things get any worse? Had she not suffered enough over the past ten years with a mountain of health problems and personal disappointments? Did she really deserve this? I knew in my heart that God doesn’t’ want her to suffer. I knew I had to trust Him, even though I didn’t understand. All I had left in me to do was pray. Pray. And then pray some more. After standing in a circle over my sister’s hospital bed that night, holding hands with my mother, brother, and sister in law, we prayed over Christie and asked God to show her mercy, and make His presence known in this trial.
I went home and sent emails to our entire church family, my Proverbs 31 family, my friends and extended family, and pretty much everyone in my email contacts list, pleading for their prayers. I received dozens of emails with precious, powerful prayers in written form, all lifting Christie up to the heavens. With each prayer received, I felt a sense of peace. My human heart still burdened, as my faith was strengthening.
The outpouring of love for her was unbelievable. In fact, we had to ask people to stop coming to visit her for a few days, because she was too tired and in too much pain to talk anymore! But all the while, we waited for her to get sick. We waited for her fever to spike. We waited for the news of the dreaded ICU move. We waited anxiously for the worst to hit.
But the worst never came.
Just as the doctors couldn’t explain where the infection came from, they couldn’t explain where it went. After a few days, she was in a lot of pain, but no signs of additional infection showed up in her blood stream. She never ran a fever, never got sick, never left her regular room. Her doctor said he had never seen such a quick recovery occur from such a life threatening situation.
Praise God!! Only He can be given credit. Only He could reach into the depths of her innermost frail body and eliminate infection that was once growing and thriving. Only the hundreds and hundreds of prayers that pierced God’s ears could be the reason for this miracle.
I always believed God was capable of miracles and that He does them every day, but always found myself wondering why He wasn’t giving my sister a miracle. Why wasn’t He healing from her MS? Why didn’t He give her a break already? If for no other reason that I can think of, it is to allow us to truly see Him at work. I saw Him. I felt Him. I love Him and praise Him. I am reassured that He is He, even if He doesn’t answer my prayers exactly the way I ask.
Today Christie had another doctor’s appointment with her MS doctor. Her MRI from February showed no additional lesions on her brain stem since last year – praise God! The form of MS that she has is very progressive, so this is a huge praise. And another miracle.
This evening, I spoke with a home health care provider who is going to help care for Christie in her home for the next few weeks. Gloria, her name is, glorified God during our entire conversation. I am confident that her beautiful love for the Lord and encouraging spirit will help bring my sister out of the pit she is in, and into His light again to help her see that He is still present.
Praise God. He is still alive and working. We simply must give Him credit everywhere it is due.
I would covet your continued prayers for my sister, Christie Widenhouse. If you leave your prayers on my blog, I will print them and share them with her, maybe they can be something that she saves in her journal as a precious stepping stone that helped her find healing – spiritually and physically. Your prayers have already made a difference. God bless.