Playing with purpose

Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me.

Deliverance Via Thankfulness

I was listening to the original composer Rev. Don Johnson sing I Can’t Complain and remembered being a witness to GOD working through Thanksgiving.

My siblings and I had rushed to St. Joseph’s hospital in Denver, Colorado, our mother had been admitted with a grand mal stroke. We congregated in the family waiting room some of us setting up house.

The prognosis was not good. After one night the Doctor came to the waiting room and told us our Mom’s eyes were fixed and dilated. We now needed to make end of life decisions.

I remembered my sister Lina wanted all to join hands and rebuke satan. But I was too overwhelmed. I could not find the energy to move beyond my perch. Silently and desperately I talked to GOD. Then I heard. ” Thank me for your Mother’s life. Just thank me.” With tears and rocking, I did so. It was the only thing I could do in my anguish. “Thank you for Mommy I intoned.

My sister and her husband left the room. Soon my brother-in-law came back to the waiting room. Come, quick Sis. he pleaded. Come quick and I followed.

As I rounded the corner into the ICU area I saw the reason for his excitement. There sitting upright smiling so pretty and waving was my Mother. Life takes on a distinct brilliance when you view it sitting on a bed in ICUnit.

Truly GOD is faithful, GOD is so good to me. And I thank Him. “I Can’t Complain.” And I won’t.

The original composer. Went home in 2012.


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