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It makes me wonder what it takes for you to be “OK” with life? Do you have goals, dreams and expectations? I’ve met very few people who can honestly say, they are not driven to reach certain expectations. These few people who are content with life and not driven by goals, have a common characteristic. It is an undeniable love of Jesus. They each are content to allow God to be God and appreciate the abiding of Jesus in a very real and tangible way.
It is as if each day is started with a knowledge that Jesus has a plan and the person is willing to allow Jesus to work it out in the day’s activities. The freedom found in living out life with this attitude of trusting Jesus for the path and outcome of the day is indescribable. Maybe one day… you will experience the freedom in Christ allowing you to participate in His day.
Today, that God Spot was lived out in the meeting of new friend at Starbucks. Thanks Mel.
There is within an anxious desire to tell others of Jesus. Practicing believers in “The Way” are wired like that.
Early on… i felt like every time i did not tell someone about Jesus, i had failed. Usually while in this muck, i failed because i feared rejection. But then, i discovered the abiding love and grace of Jesus, not guilt and fear. Slowly i began to appreciate the reality of this man called Jesus, truly and actively abiding within my person.
So today, i still have an anxious desire to tell others of Jesus and i am watchful for the time God orchestrates the unique circumstance and person to share His love with. It is then, i hope to be obedient and not fearful.
So yes. The line is drawn and it is drawn by God. He sets the stage and sometimes allows us to participate in the play called, “Jesus”. But there is no guilt and no fear. There is only freedom to do as He does. Nothing more. Nothing less. Sometimes, He even allows us to sit in the audience.
Guest post #2 by Sarah Rook
The surgeon took me through corridors, down stairs, twists and turns until we came out in the adults emergency room who knows why he wad there? But thats where they said was the closest spot to work on him.
The surgeon ran in and the nurses surrounded me, one of them had tears in her eyes as she was telling me what was happening and how she’d let me know every couple of minutes what would happen. The hospital staff were overwhelmingly amazing. I felt cared for, as if they really cared. I knew God cared and why he sent me these people…these amazing strangers.
I was away from home – 4 1/2 hours drive, so I had to wait for my husband to drive up the next day, so had to do this in Gods strength. The cool thing I’ve learnt about God, is he never expects you to do anything but just be. He doesn’t expect you to be on your knees begging or praying…he takes care of things without a word. He’s going throu your pain too.
The nurse came in and told me kyle had been revived again and after about 20mins I was able to see him. It was pretty horrific seeing my adorable, happy boy with every tube known to man coming out of him, and somehow seeing every one of his drs he had…and what seemed like every other specialist in the hospital made me realised this was a lot more serious than last time.
That night I was given the death speech many times. They talked about putting him on a heart and lung bypass machine, which would mean he’d need a full lung and heart transplant. Later on they said they’d reconsidered as if he went on he’d never be able to come off and the chances of getting a heart and set of lungs are slim.
That night I went to bed exhausted but so grateful Jesus had come through again. At 11:30pm I got a knock on the door to say he’d gone into arrest again, but they’d revived him again. I went to see him…he looked deathly. Grey and like he was about to go at any moment. I went back to bed as I was feeling weak. After two hours I fell asleep..one hour later I was woken but I couldn’t breath..something was on top of me strangling me, I tried to fight but I was paralyzed, then I realised it was the old enemy trying to have a go, so I yelled “Jesus” – instantly I visualised a massive glass been smashed. I opened my eyes and everything was pitch black, but I saw demons flying at me…ugly as hell.
I quickly text mum as I knew I was dealing with a spiritual battle, she had woken only moments before and started praying instantly. I found out my pastor had woken at that exact time and prayed for us for an hour too. I decided to keep the light off as I knew Jesus is much brighter than the darkness. I quoted scripture…everyone I could get out, then I felt I had to say the name Jesus over and over…as I did this I could see things flashing before my eyes and realised every time I said Jesus that was them going…20 jesus’s later….lol
As soon as the last jesus was said, the room went peaceful and I fell straight to sleep
The next morning the drs had to revive him yet again! When I came in they kept telling me this was bad. He was the most critical here and it was a minute by minute situation. They said if we wanted to turn the life support off we could. Survival was highly unlikely. Being the faith filled godly woman, I turned around and spoke only words of life…how dare words of death be spoken over my baby boy.
When my husband arrived we got photos of him printed and put healing scriptures around the room…i just knew he was going to survive. We had a number of pastors come in and they also felt he was going to make a full recovery…
If I wrote all the negative things the drs said it would take too long, but basically he was knocking on deaths door and he should never survive.
The next few days were turbulent to say the least. Just moving him an inch was dangerous, then he got a severe case of phenomena which caused fluid on the lungs that needed drains out both sides of his ribs.
The procedures they did on him were endless and he was on so much medications they didn’t have enough room for all the IV infusions.
Long story short, after God got bombarded with thousands of prayers, kyle came off life support on mothers day………………
Guest post #4 Sarah Rook
Kyle still has a long way to come. He’s on a cocktail of drugs. Some he’s getting slowly weened off. We’ll be in here for a while. The drs outcome hasn’t changed, but they’re saying 5-8 yrs survival. They know I understand this, but choose to refuse it as they say. Making it clear to them from the start will make them question things in ten years…
I’ve already had one dr ask me about church and how it came about…he was digging further than the usual questions. Turns out he was interested in God.
Faith is a feeling, a feeling of complete confidence in your situation and the outcome. Faith has to be spoken out. I am in awe of the feeling faith has given us…