What have I allowed in my life to get to the death's door and what does God have in store for me because of His miraculous healing in my life? Well, I am sure there are too many answers to both questions and more will be revealed as time passes. However I do know that I NEED to preach the healing power of Jesus' "Life Changing Love" no matter who you are, no matter what you are doing, if you love the Lord with all your heart He will still allow you to "hang yourself with your own rope" .........free will is ours! But as a warning and not a prophetic warning, but a real experience, let me explain how easily one who has been given favor by God and has been blessed upon blessed can still be saved yet living a defeated life. I slowly spiraled down the defeated path........but God has plans for me yet! How can that not make me want to shout to the world of the love and power of God the Father, Jesus the Son and the Holy Spirit and what can be done for the backslidden.
There is no one particular moment I recall that caused my descent into living a life once again with alcohol and drugs fueling my every move but as you can see by the photo, my drug abuse came close to killing my body. Now I never stopped loving the Lord and even up to the day I was hospitalized was taking my granddaughters to Church every week. I just wasn't living for the Lord God. I was living for me and drugs! As Jesus said, "Love the Lord God with all your heart and soul and might and love your neighbor as yourself" and "Have no other Gods but me." Well my god had become drugs. For a couple years I had been taking various pills falsely thinking they would help my mood. But around late January early February I picked up a drink......scared to tell anyone I figured I would get me some Xanax to ease the pain of putting drink down. I also had some methadone and oxy's in my possession. Well instead of helping me to not become severely addicted to alcohol once again they just became the side dishes for a 3 week binge of a bottle a day to the point of ending up in ICU with a .50 BAC (98% fatality).
I was placed in a medically induced coma for 4-5 days and told I would not be out of hospital until late April. On Saturday March 22 my daughter brought my granddaughters to visit. By this time I was out of ICU and in a regular room. The girls, my daughter and my husband Paul circled me and prayed for me. Saturday night-Sunday early morning I cried out to Jesus and He healed me! Monday March 24 I was released from hospital. Praise the Lord!
.........................................................................................................More to come.