I want to praise my God-perfected soul mate wife Marsha today. Weve been through many an attack on my health. She has learned to be the concerned wife, but to still let me be myself, a Stapor (part Missouri Mule and the rest alligator). I cough a lot through the night, bringing up the junk that accumulates from radiation damaged tissues. Because I started recently taking Robitusson (red), when the stuff came up reddish in the night lst weekend, I assumed it was because of the cough medicine. (this may be hard to understand, but it is evidence of how good I feel and how sure I am that this is not the lull before the mother of all hurricanes that will take me out). Since I walk by faith and not be sight, the sight of the red stuff didnt affect me, and it took awhile to find out why. I was kind of spoken to, by, I am saying, the Holy Spirit: this is blood, but dont worry about it, You are shedding damaged tissue like a woman on her cycle. I was afraid Marsha would think I had played the ultimate trump card. But I told her, and she joked me about using just this thing! She didnt push me to go to the ER. When you go as a cancer patient, even if you go for Hemorrhoids, they will say it is secondary to cancer. A quick, easy diagnosis. And a $6,000 bill, thanks very much. Marsha called several times for an urgent appointment at the proton institute. She discovered, now that I have graduated, and I am only on follow-up (for statistics, I guess), that they did not sense any urgency. I took them a day to call back. Twenty-four hours later the red has disappeared, and things are back to normal. (My normal is not your normal. I pray for your normal, but I dont think it will happen) Marsha knows that I will hold the ground between my ears, in faith, and will not move or react out of fear. I fear nothing. I have already won the prize, because I am a Son of God, through my mighty all-conquering Lord Jesus. Marsha and I have argued in the past when I just didnt want to burn up 4-5 hours in the ER, undergoing every test out there, and then be told my symptoms were cancer-related, and to check with my specialist. Now, she gently urges, and lets this old mule bray for a while, knowing that I am often obedient to the voice of spirit, telling me to be obedient to her and burn those hours up. Those who will, please pray for me that I hear the Holy Spirit more and more, louder and louder, and clearer and clearer! He has never steered me wrong!
Posted on: Tue, 01 Jul 2014 21:49:06 +0000
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