YOU CHERISH ME CONSTANTLY!

Psalm 139: ^17–18 Every single moment you are thinking of me!
How precious and wonderful to consider
that you cherish me constantly in your every thought!
O God, your desires toward me are more
than the grains of sand on every shore!
When I awake each morning, you’re still with me.

Now that we are back home and on schedule, I am able to unwind from last week’s experiences. Today, my faith is being rekindled. It is the very foundation of my life. Our God, Adonai, Lord Of All is my primary source of strength. HIS very breath is what I breathe.

“Every single moment you are thinking of me!” What a blessed assurance! Considering all of the horror of my youth, the difficult years of being stalked, and the multiple medical issues I have suffered through my years, I remain comforted by this truth…I have not been alone, abandoned or forgotten by my God!

YOU CHERISH ME CONSTANTLY!

Over 40 years ago, I was pregnant with our Sarah…but western medicine said that I was not. My Ob-Gyn said that my body was experiencing a hormonal pregnancy and that I had not conceived our first-born. One month later, a second Ob-Gyn agreed with what the first doctor had said. He convinced D that his treatment plan to give me an injection to start my period was in my best interest. I screamed and cried as I was getting the injection for Jesus to save our baby from being spontaneously aborted.

D and I attended a service at Shekinah Glory in downtown Long Beach, CA. During the service the pastor walked to the center front and pointed at me. He spoke prophetically, “You are pregnant. And your baby has the spirit of Elijah and David.” Thank You LORD! You spoke directly to my aching heart. I was not imagining the impossible. I was a “Mom” to a very special baby growing in my womb.

D and I went to a third doctor who specialized in home birth. The doctor trusted me. He was not concerned that my pee test was negative. He examined my belly and then listened with his fetoscope. A few moments later, the doctor handed the fetoscope to D and asked D if he wanted to hear our baby’s heartbeat. What a miracle! Our baby had a healthy heartbeat. Our baby was thriving!

Sarah was born 4.5 months later! Yes! She had been in my womb just as I had known. She was born healthy and beautiful. She looked like a little china doll. Every day of Sarah’s childhood (and Garrett’s) are recorded in my heart as the best days of my life! Motherhood is quite a blessing from God.

This God-fearing doctor attended to the live births of Sarah and Garrett and also helped me through the tragic death of our middle child in his seventh month of gestation.

YOU CHERISH ME CONSTANTLY!

I had a vaginal hysterectomy in the early 1990’s. The surgeon (who no longer is licensed) harmed me severely. I needed a bladder repair and a thorough cleaning of my pelvic area. There was infection everywhere. One third of my bladder had died. The surgery was hours long. Following surgery, the recovery nurses had trouble waking me and elevating my body temperature. Hours later, my Mom was called in to get me to wake up. Once I did wake, my intestines took one week to wake from their slumber. I left the hospital wearing a leg bag and was trained in changing it and in using a different urine bag for nighttime use. I was humiliated and downcast. I had to wear the bags for six months while my repaired bladder recovered. I have a scar that begins above my belly button and ends really low. A friend of mine called me daily with words of encouragement. D did everything he could to show me his love and the love of my Heavenly Father. D’s love and prayers helped me get through the shame and humiliation of that terrible time. God never left me. HE sat with me. HE held me when I cried. HE comforted me when I had no more strength to think well of myself. HE showered me with love from our daughter and son. I am loved! I am blessed!

Today, I am remembering these and other painful times in my life. I have reviewed the multiple times that my brain has been injured. I am considering the future as well. How am I going to wait it out until surgery and not get sick? How am I going to enjoy Christmas and New Years? How am I going to handle the aftermath of the surgery?

In HIM. With HIM. And through HIM. That’s how. I am assured of that truth! “…When I awake each morning, you’re still with me.”

God bless you today dear ones.

Hugs always,

Suzanne