TFH Journal Entry....
January 28th, 2005
Rrrring, rrrring it’s 10:15pm, another call in
the night. “Hello-o”, I
say. “Hi, I was given
your number and told that I could call you”, said the caller. “Yes, what can I help you
with?” “I have a friend
whose daughter is in the hospital dying, and was told that you go to
hospitals and pray, is that true?”
Yes, I do, tell me about the person you are calling for.” “Well, the doctors are saying she has only a 5% chance to
live. I have the Mother’s
phone number, she said she would talk to you.” I’d be glad to, is my reply.
As I dial the number, I am praying……Soon, I
hear the hell-o of a sad and broken voice ans. the phone. “Hello, Linda, my name is
Teri, your friend Kelly gave me your number and told me to give you a
call. What can I help you
with?” Tearfully, she
explains the fight her daughter has been going through. It seems Roxanne, has had
internal bleeding as a result of a blood disease and a recent bone
marrow transplant. Though
surgery was performed to stop the bleeding, she is still bleeding and
very ill. The doctors have
given Roxy a 5% chance of living.”
Linda, did you want me to go up and pry for her?” YES, if you would, she is at
OHSU, in intensive care. Tell
them you are an Aunt or whatever, so that they will let you in.”
I hear
the desperation in her voice. The mother’s heart fighting for the life
of her daughter, and breaking at the same time at the prognosis.
“Linda, may I pray for you?” Yessss, she sobs, so we pray.
Then I reassure her that I will be leaving shortly for the
hospital. “OH, thank you,
thank you so much!”
Marty & I jump in the car and head for the
hospital. There we find
Roxanne hooked up to a ventilator and other monitors. Her sister is there with her. We introduce ourselves. April is so thankful that I have
come to pray. “No one has
come up yet to pray with us. We
tried local pastor, but they haven’t returned our calls.” “Well, I am here now, so lets
pray.” I pray and tell
the spirit of disease, sickness and death to “GO” in the mighty name
of Jesus Christ, because He has given us the authority in Him to do
so.” To my joy, April was
agreeing with me!! Hallelujah!!
Later, after we are done praying, we go and meet
the rest of the family. Marty
and I talk to them and minister in love to them. We soon pray with them as well. They have so many
questions about God and death and His goodness……thank you Lord for
this divine appointment. I
ask all of them there if they have ever accepted Jesus into their
hearts……..praise God, they said yes!
We stay until the wee hours of the morning, allowing the love of
Jesus to pour over them, continuing to talk and pray. Each time we pray, my hand is
grabbed and squeezed with desperation and the need of the secure loving
hand of Jesus.
As we leave, I am hugged goodnight with the promise
that I would continue to pray and that they could call us any time.
Lord, I wouldn’t trade the life You have given me
for anything. What an honor
it is to allow the hurting and broken to see YOU and to feel YOUR loving
kindness and compassion. Thank
You for using this once broken and useless vessel.