Well. Yesterday was quite terrible. Truly. A cool thing happened though--in the morning, I actually went to Devotionals with the girls, and even before that we, our group of four roommates, prayed at 5:30 together. But the rest of the day, I didn't eat and I didn't feel good AT ALL. The last time my colitis was close to that bad was two years ago and my mom took me to the ER. So I spent the day praying, sleeping, & watching kids (I watched two crying babies--Aunt Lila and Elda came and helped--and I watched a 3-year-old boy who spoke English and Spanish, so the only thing with him is I had to play with him the whole time). I slept A LOT; at one point I slept on the cement ground in the shade. My parents were praying for me the whole day; rebuking the demonic spirits coming against me. And my aunt and uncle were praying for me, as well. By the end of the night I was wiped and ready to sleep for an eternity. The pain was peaking. I was contemplating taking my prednisone because it would alleviate the pain in a few days (but has terrible side effects), but God asked, "Don't you trust me?" Wowzers! Yes, God, I do trust you. Okay.
Well the pain was still there, the symptoms were still extreme, I was praying, my family was praying--just waiting for God to make manifest the healing He promised... Then He reminded me... "You haven't taken your Lialda in a week" I had totally forgotten! I had switched to probiotics to see if they'd work better than my regular medicine. I had just thrown it in a box and forgotten about it. So I ate some frozen blueberries and drank some water with my medicine. Over the night, I tossed and turned with cramping and chest pains (never had chest pains in my life!). I woke up at 4:30 and the cramping was gone! My stomach/colon felt fine! The prayer and the God reminder totally worked! The chest pains were strong, I couldn't breathe well, but they only lasted until around 7:45 (after my nap)--I'm guessing it was just gas bubbles from the blueberries.
ANYWAY, so other than the gas bubble, chest pain stuff, I felt great this morning and the rest of the day. God healed me completely! I'm feeling 90% better and feel strong and much healthier! Crazy what God can do in just a matter of hours! Going from "should be hospitalized" to feeling great! In our weakest moments, we find strength in Him. What an awesome God we serve, eh?
So this morning, Cheli accompanied me to the bathrooms (I'm the only girl that showers in the bathrooms down by the bodega; the rest of the girls use the one in our apartment)--Cheli didn't want me to be alone, she told Aunt Lila, but I honestly loved having the whole bathroom all to myself down there to shower and get ready and have some alone-time. I don't know how to tell her that, and Aunt Lila and Uncle Kent don't know how would be a good way to put it either. Anyway, I appreciate Cheli's considerate heart. I prayed this morning at 5:30 over our group of girls: in English. :) Devotionals went well; Uncle Kent, what a guy, mentioned my health when they were taking prayer requests. I napped during breakfast and then I woke up at 7:45--it's daycare time!
I watched two different babies at two different times. The first one still cries a lot, but I got her to lay down for a nap; the second one is a fairly content baby, but has really poor hygiene, which is sad (apparently, and from what I've heard, her mom doesn't bathe her often). I finished the day at 2:00.
I had green beans and apple sauce for lunch in the house (both are a fave), and after that I accompanied Aunt Lila on a errand run into town. Both my parents called to encourage me and check-up on me--I miss them so much, sometimes I get teary-eyed just thinking about how much I miss my family and seeing them everyday--like right now. :'( I never thought growing up and becoming my own person would be so difficult.
Anyway, tonight's agenda includes Thursday night church service and sack lunch dinner (which I'm curious to see of what's involved). I shall retire early, for I am one tired gal. Toodles!
P.s. Thank you for your prayers! God has provided much strength, as promised!
P.s.s. I'm not a burden. :) I'm a blessing, according to my lovely Aunt.
Oh my, Lynda. You know, I think I have about a 1/10th of an idea of what your stomach stuff is like. I can't pretend mine is even a smidgen of how bad yours can be but I sure have had my share of troubles this summer. I feel like I can relate somewhat. I'm so thankful that today was a better day for you. God is SO GOOD. I also wish I could throw my arms around you and wrap you up in a BIG HUG. I can only imagine your miss your family like crazy. We miss you too. So proud of you though. That is really sad too about that baby not being taken care of. Can you guys bathe her at all while you're watching her? Poor little thing...
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