On the fifth night after surgery while still in ICU, I awoke around 1:30am. I listened to and loathed the sound of the suction machine plugged into the wall that pumped extra fluids from my incision. The pump to keep circulation in my leg compressed and released, compressed and released. I looked at all the IV tubes that hung like a tangled mass – drip, drip, drip.
Category: trials
Drama in the Delivery Room – Part I
There followed the hardest struggle I have ever had with myself. I knew what a dreadful effect it would have upon the unstable nervous system of the mother. I felt sure that the excited family waiting in the corridor would almost certainly impoverish itself in taking the child to every orthopedist in the world whose achievements might offer a ray of hope.”
Prayers on the Doorstep
Do you ever feel your prayers sit in silence on the doorstep of the throne room of God? Afterall, you prayed earnestly, you prayed in Jesus’ name, and your prayer request seemed of a holy nature. So, why does your prayer seem to sit on the doorstep and no one opens the door?