God's Grace & Mercy

2 Chronicles: Chapter 7, verse 14.

If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.

I was admitted in the hospital on Jan. 18th 2007.

I had been experiencing dizziness, shortness of breath, and chest pains. The doctors took an x-ray of my chest, and informed me there were two blood clots in my lungs. After receiving this life-threatening news, I made up my mind to pray a prayer of repentance; I asked God to come into my heart. During my hospital stay, both of my arms were poked and bruised by needles to draw blood, and to insert I.V. tubs. I’ve had three blood transfusions, along with blood thinners pumping through my veins. And, that’s not all; I had a fibroid tumor that was the size of a full-grown baby, inside of my uterus. The doctor informed me, this was what caused the clots to push up into my lungs, and it was imperative that I have it removed. The surgery was a total hysterectomy. The surgeon removed the ovaries, fallopian tubs, along with the uterus. If you’ve never gone under the knife in your life, you could imagine what I was thinking, and going through. Having once known the teachings and the ways of God, I knew to ask Jesus Christ back into my life. The Lord accepted me with open arms in that hospital room, and gave me an abundance of faith, to get me through the surgery. I felt God's Holy Spirit rise within me, while I underwent a series of procedures for the preparation of the surgery. I had a small filter inserted in my lower abdomen to keep clots from forming. I had to undergo an MRI, a CAT scan, and a Stress test; all but one gave me great discomfort. The injection of chemicals, and dyes were the worst. My virgin body took a beating. What I meant by (Virgin body) is, my body had never undergone this type of treatment before. The dye injections during the stress test were performed in this manner. The doctor injected a chemical into my veins to make my heart race, causing a shock wave of pain coursing through my heart; I prayed aloud. The entire ordeal vexed my soul, and through it all, I did nothing but pray.

It was the 3rd of February 2007, when I returned home from the hospital. I've recovered nicely, and attend church regularly now. Glory be to God.