said good morning to my group on wats up this morning and there was a lovely message. It read There is always one thing to be thankful for every morning.
To be the beauty of being alive under Gods grace. I sat up.
I thought of myself and realized i have had so much of Gods Grace my whole life. When i was in grade 3 i was crippled from polio because those days it was difficult to cure.
I walked again. A few years latter i had blood infection.
This time i remember going to the doctor with my dad to get injection and lots of colorful tablets. I was walking in the garden one day and i knew i had been healed by something because i had stopped taking medication as it was making me feel worse.
I just just got healed. I went to boarding school for grade 5.
A bout of influenza broke out and i was the first one to catch it. I kept going for lessons and participating in everything but the matron noticed i seemed unwell.
Then the rest of the school one by one went down . Some were admitted to the clinic and when there were not enough beds the one wing of the hostel became a sick bay.
When this seeming epidemic was over, the matron addressed every one and mentioned that in the whole school i never missed a day of class and neither did i take medication. About seven years latter the doctor said i had a terrible liver infection which he said was difficult to cure.
I recovered from that too. Then as soon as i had my second son , I tell you this was the most difficult time of my time.
Doctors could not tell what seemed to be wrong and i was allergic to medication. My child was taken away from me because i could not nurse him myself.
At that time i was under the care of my moms sister. We shared a bedroom with my other aunt and something happened that night.
The stories of one leaving the body are true. The feeling of coming back into ones body , i mean that whole process of leaving and coming back can only be understood by someone who has not had the experience first hand.
I think it can not be the same. Because already there is a difference.
And i suppose it different for everyone who has gone through this. This why when one seems to be understood i always think sure we cant be the same.
It does not matter what anyone thinks its an individual experience. I must mention that just before i seemed to fall ill from whatever that was i had noticed something on myself.
I noticed that i had such knowledge, suddenly i knew everything, i was brilliant to such a great measure and soon after i was confined to bed for nine months. Years latter the feeling of weakness and forgetfulness seemed to be my portion.
I was so thin , so light so weak but i felt strong inside. All this time i held on to God inside.
I just knew God was real. Before i was confined to bed i had an experience never to forget.
I was walk slowly to my aunts house and suddenly i saw Jesus, broad day light. I was too weak to take in much.
I just knew it was him, thats all. After that that is when i seemed to need to stay in bed.
The whole family waited for the day . I could see it on their faces but i knew and felt strong inside.
Gradually the healing process began. I was able to do a lot of things .
I operated at a certain level of life. Something i can not explain This life of seeming weakness of body but strong inside.
Maybe it had to do with having been somewhere else for a certain amount of time. Like i had to adjust to being in the body again.
It was a long process. I did hard work in that condition went to work, had children but the coordination of body and mind seemed slow.
In that seeming weakness i needed to see a doctor. He did a lot of heart tests and asked if i wanted to do die young like my mum .
Because he asked about my family history. I got hold of a book from which talked about the power of positive thinking.
I read and read the scripture quotations. Isaiah 40 v 28 was my favorite.
I would also read a psalm which i will not quote because while i thought i was praying for myself it was actually self pity and those things of pity was what manifested in my life. I think that is partly the reason i seemed not to come out of that condition quickly.
Now i know the power of confession. You can make wrong confession by quoting wrong scriptures.
In 1980 I seemed to fall ill again but this time i had a better knowledge of the scriptures. As soon as the doctor asked for my family history i said to my cousin who had accompanied to the doctor to take me to the reading room of the church where i was a member then.
I looked for something to read and we would share scriptures with my cousin. one day my mother in law had come to town to visit us.
she had been with us for a few months and she was getting ready to go back to the country. This was in July and it was cold.
I took my books and sat outside in the garden in the sun. This was winter time.
She looked at me and said. As you know next month August we have this long weekend so if you are still alive then we would like you to come out to the country.
I was too weak to think anything. The following day i went out to the garden and sat in the sun with my books but this time reaching out to God with more strength from inside.
The strength that you draw out when you seem to be cornered. As i looked up to the sky from my bible i saw this light so bright and i was enveloped with an amazing feeling of love.
Just enveloped in love. Glory to God i was free.
I needed to know more about this healing power so i kept searching and searching. You need to be taught the right scriptures because you can be working against yourself by making wrong confessions.
This message i got of God Grace has inspired me to write today. Winning souls is special God puts people in our path to turn to Christ.
Maybe it could be the reason for my being here today. .