Greetings Brother
You would like me to share 'an experience where I feel Holy Spirit intervened in my life'? Wow! There has been so many. One particular incident I can recall is ..
It was Friday January
17th, 1997, I woke up at 4:00 am with chest pains. I got up and walked around but it didn’t
help. Al, my husband told me to take a couple of
Rolaids. That didn’t help either. I couldn’t get comfortable no matter what I
did. I began to sweat even though I
felt cold. After a short while I
decided I should go to the hospital. Al
phoned to let them know I was coming. Then
he went to start the car. It would not
start, as it was really cold outside.
He thought he should phone the ambulance. Well, I didn’t want him to do that. I figured if it were just indigestion or something I would feel
foolish. So I said I think I will be ok
to walk if we took our time. I walked
down the flight of stairs, then 2 blocks to the hospital. I held onto Al’s arm so I would fall and
also as I felt dizzy. Things were going
black around me.
Upon
arrival to the hospital, they hooked me up to an EKG machine. It showed irregularity. So they gave me some nitro, then some
morphine for the pain, then more nitro, then more morphine. They did this over, and over three or four
times. Then they decided to put a nitro
patch on my arm. Shortly after that I
felt faint (the events after this is hearsay as I passed out). The monitor went
straight-line. Al ran to phone the
other elder [Al was an elder] in the church to pray. Her husband’s son answered the phone. Pretty soon she came to the phone. At first she thought Al was just kidding,
then she heard the monitor in the background.
She phoned up a couple people from the church to start the pray chain,
as she dressed. Then she immediately
drove to town. By the time she arrived
I was ok. At least I had been somewhat
stabilized. They had decided to send me
to a larger hospital an hour away by ambulance. They decided I was stable enough that only a nurse needed to go,
not a doctor. They packed up a medical
box, and away we went. About half way
there they had to give me another shot of morphine but they didn’t bring a
syringe. So they phoned ahead to the
nearest hospital. They stopped on the
highway, because the roads to the hospital were rough. The nurse jumped out of the back of the
ambulance and ran back to Al and the other elder in the car behind us. I can just imagine what they thought. They drove the nurse to the hospital on the
side road for the syringe. After this
shot I began to feel a lot better. They
seemed nervous, all the way they talked to me, as if they were trying to keep
me alert. And all I wanted to do was
sleep. Upon arrival at the hospital, I
was met by personal that immediately took me to the ICU. The doctor was waiting in the room for
me. He examined me. He could find nothing wrong with me. He felt I could have had a spasmodic
esophagus. And I was overdosed on
nitro.
One
of the ambulance drivers and friend asked me if I saw anything while I was
out. He is a missionary with CSSM. I never really thought about it until then,
but as I was coming to, when I passed out, and straight lined. I saw a very bright light and many people
over me, as if they were hovering. When
I came fully conscious. The light was
not as bright, and there were only one nurse, one doctor and 2 ambulance guys. My friend said when they walked in the
room, they saw me lying there as if dead, and I was as white as the
sheets. Him and the other ambulance
driver, another friend were in shock.
They were not expecting to see me.
Both these guys are friends.
Friends are a very common term in a small
town. Basically everyone is your
friend. In the sense you know them
all.
The
next day was funny. Really would like
to have been there. My husband, Al was
at the front of the restaurant getting things ready to open when our new cook
came in the back. As he walked out in
the restaurant, Al came around the corner overwhelmed by Holy Spirit he began
to speak in tongues. Our cook just
starred at him.
Later
a lady in the church shared with me that when the elder phoned her to pray for
me she didn’t know how to pray. So she asked God. She began to pray the 91st Psalm. Also, the elder, as she drove to the hospital was asking God to
keep me under the shelter of the all most high. So needless to say, that chapter has a very special place in my
heart.
I can see why the enemy tried to take me out. The next few months God’s plans involved
great promotions in the natural and spiritual realm. And over the next few years God had plans to mature us in Him
and launch us out into His Plan for our lives.
God was there all the time with me as He is today.
Under His Wings
Linda