Friday, August 26, 2016

God's Presence

The crucifix inside my hospital room.
I've been through a storm last Wednesday. My blood pressure was at 160/120. A day before it was at 170/100. What made me call it a storm is that because fear started to engulf me thereby making me tremble and wanted to shout. My daughter and my husband were with me...they served as my strength that moment. But there is our Gracious God with us...embracing me and telling me "Be still and know that I am God!" I remained calm all throughout our travel to the hospital - I knew God is with me! When we reach Fatima Hospital (our Lady of Fatima took care of me too) we went straight to Emergency Room and there i found children with different illnesses crying...i started to pray for them and for all those who are sick and in pain.While praying, i felt i started to calm down. When we arrived my blood pressure is 180/130. TO GOD BE THE GLORY it went down to 140/90. There are two resident doctors in the ER who took turns in taking care of my needs plus the nurses on duty...they are angels sent by our Gracious God. When i were transferred to my room...a nurse in the nursing station welcomed us named Christian (another angel sent by our Gracious God) In my room, a nurse named David (another angel sent by our Gracious God) keeps on monitoring my blood pressure. Then  on my blood test , GOD sent me another angel named John Daniel so i didn't even feel any pain. Our Gracious God is always true to HIS word...ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE, SEEK AND YOU SHALL FIND, KNOCK AND IT SHALL BE OPENED UNTO YOU. with only a small amount in our pocket, my brother whom my daughter called up ,arrived right away . Another angel sent...my sister BFF called up too. A friend/sister at work is another angel sent too. The many prayers i received are heaven sent too. Really, GOD WILL MAKE A WAY, WHEN THERE SEEM TO NO WAY...we can always count on HIM. Our God is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow. Thank you, thank you, thank you my dearest Gracious GOD!

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