About Angels in Our Lives
Divine Intervention Story
It was 4:00 a.m., Saturday, November 6, 2004. My tired body lay in bed, as my mind was spinning, recounting all the events that occurred the past eight hours. The answer is always trusting God and His divine intervention.
For months we planned for my mother-in-law's visit from Reno. The kids were excited to see Grandma and had lots of ideas of how we would spend our five days with her. Grandma fit right into our family from the moment she arrived Friday afternoon. For most of the afternoon, the kids enjoyed being less than 5-feet away from Grandma. Everything was going well. That evening, knowing how much Grandma enjoyed soaking in baths, I asked if she would like to take one before bed. She gladly accepted the offer. I waited until Jon came home from work to fill the tub.
I checked on her shortly after she got in the tub, and all was fine. Then, I began getting the kids ready for bed. Not more than a few minutes later, something prompted me to check on her again, so I sprinted from one end of the house to our bathroom. I was horrified to find her floating, her face was above the water, but her eyes were closed; and she did not respond to my calling. Since I couldn't get her up, I frantically ran for Jon, who was reading to the kids. As I called 9-1-1, my voice was shaking so badly the dispatcher had a hard time understanding me. As I was on the phone, I could see the kids all sitting in a row on the couch, with folded hands, heads bowed and eyes tightly shut.
Very soon, paramedics and fire-fighters were in and out of our house. By the time Grandma was driven off in the ambulance, to our great relief, she had regained consciousness. Jon then followed in his car. Jon called from the Emergency Room a few times to let me know what was happening. It was hard for him to watch his mom in such discomfort, and not being able to do anything about it. The final diagnosis was that the combination of his mom's medication, which dropped her blood pressure, and the heat of the water, which further lowered her blood pressure, caused her to become dizzy and faint. She also developed pneumonia, due to aspiration.
As far as I was concerned, the responsibility for Grandma's misfortune lay completely on my shoulders, as she was entrusted to my care. If only I hadn't filled the tub with so much water... If only my own judgment overrode her wishes for wanting such hot water... I finally sat up in bed as more and more "If onlys" were filling my mind on this dark and quiet night. There was no room in my mind for "It wasn't on purpose", and "I did what I thought was best at the time".
Trusting God and his diving intervention will get me through. I continued to wrestle with these thoughts with God for the next two days while Grandma was recovering in the hospital. Although her condition had stabilized, she was only awake for minutes at a time. At the hospital, my thoughts went back to when I was 18 years old, alone with my sister in her bedroom, as she lay in bed. My healthy and sweet 16-year-old sister had flu-like symptoms for a day and a half, and all of a sudden she was not feeling well at all. My mom was on the phone in another room trying to get a doctor to our house quickly. My sister, asked me to give her the cup of water that was on her bookshelf. I sat her up and held the cup up to her so she could drink. She sighed and said she felt much better. While I was helping her lie back down, she breathed her last breath. The doctor rushed in just seconds after that. That memory has replayed in my mind countless times also. If only I didn't give her the water....As it turned out, her sudden illness was much more involved, and giving her water at that time did not alter her situation.
Why does God choose to heal some and not others? Trusting God is the best path. Do my actions affect the outcome? I was reminded by the powerful passage in the book of Job, when God addressed all of the questions Job raised in his terrible predicament, where nothing made sense. Who am I to think I have control over anything? As a human being, I am weak and fickle; I do not even have control over my own emotions! On one day, I can feel so blessed by God; on the next day, the smallest thing could cause my heart to be weighed down. Who is like God? He created and rules the whole universe. Life and death are in His Hands. Simply trusting God for He is the creator.
If sin is involved, there may be scars and consequences, but, if we come to Him in humility and repentance, He is quick to forgive. Trusting God can redeem our past, and turn our lives into something beautiful. I have witnessed this in so many people. Even when our intentions are pure, we can place blame on ourselves unnecessarily. Whether justified or not, this still results in a burden on our hearts. When I surrender my regrets and fears to trusting Him, He replaces my burdens with peace and trusting God sets me free. I can then rest, trusting in God's complete sovereign control over all things.
Excerpt from Job 38-40:
"Where were you when I laid the earth's foundation? ... Who marked off its dimensions? ... Have you ever given order to the morning, or shown the dawn its place? Have you entered the storehouses of the snow or seen the storehouses of the hail? ... Who cuts a channel for the torrents of rain, and a path for the thunderstorm, to water a land where no man lives, a desert with no one in it, to satisfy a desolate wasteland and make it sprout with grass?
Can you bind the beautiful Pleiades? Can you loose the cords of Orion? Can you bring fourth the constellations in their seasons or lead out the Bear with its cubs? ... Do you send the lightning bolts on their way? ... Who endowed the heart with wisdom or gave understanding to the mind? ... Who has the wisdom to count the clouds? ... Who can tip over the water jars of the heavens when the dust becomes hard and the clods of earth stick together?
Do you hunt the prey for the lioness and satisfy the hunger of the lions when they crouch in their dens or lie in wait in the thicket? ... Who provides food for the raven when its young cry out to God and wander about for lack of food? ... Do you know when the mountains goats give birth? ... Do you watch when the doe bears her fawn? Do you count the months till they bear? Do you know the time they give birth?
Do you give the horse his strength or clothe his neck with a flowing mane? Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting? He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength, and charges into the fray. He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; he does not shy away from the sword ... Does the hawk take flight by your wisdom and spread his wings toward the south? ... Does the eagle soar at your command and build his nest on high?"
Trusting God, God is Love.
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