Sometimes God speaks to us in ways we can or understand. Sometimes it's a still small voice, sometimes a preacher, sometimes a tragedy. Ten days ago on April 7, we were having the first night of our Spiritual Warfare Conference at Harvest Baptist in Fort Dodge, IA. Bro. Johnny Pope was preaching on prayer.
Usually, my phone is deep in my purse, so I don't get distracted if someone messages me. For some reason it was sticking up to where when the light came on it got my attention. I saw that it was my sister Jacqueline. I had told my family I would be in conference, so I thought she just forgot. Two second later my sister Julie called. I knew something must be wrong. I quickly texted our family chat to ask if there was something wrong, and my sister said, Yes call me.
I called Julie, and she told me our mom had had a heart attack. After a few minutes of conversation, I realized the invitation was starting I hung up the phone, and quickly went down front to ask the church to pray. I was soon surrounded by several women and girls all praying for my mom and me. It was a timely message that was preached that night.
I was able to talk to my mom late that night. The doctors told her had she been even a few minutes later in going to the hospital, she would most likely not be here. Her right aorta was 99-100% blocked. They were able to do a stint through a heart cath. The outward squeeze of the heart is functioning at 48% and total heart function right now is 60%. The heart can heal, but it will take a lot of time.On top of this problem, my parents received one of the most hurtful messages they have ever received. It was sad to see someone be so hateful at a time when my mom could have died and was close to death.
Throughout the week of the conference, God kept sending me messages about waiting, being quiet, and being still. On one night, Bro. Doug Fisher was preaching. He spoke about being quiet and waiting on God. After the service, I wanted to meet his wife..I spoke to her, and then Bro. Fisher began talking to me. After about five minutes, he asked if I wanted to sit down. He then talked to me for probably 30 minutes. For him to do that after preaching and having a long day (he has had a stroke and numerous seizures over the last several years) was an honor to me. He spoke to me about being still and waiting on God. He pointed out character traits that I had never really named in myself, but were how I try to live my life. All of this came at a time when I needed confirmation that I was doing what God wants me to do right now.
After the conference was over, I then traveled to my sister's two hours south, and attended a ladies conference. The lessons I heard there were also about being still and waiting on God. I also received a necklace that said Be still and know that I am God.
I planned a trip to stay two weeks with my parents to help my dad finish cleaning out the house they were living in, and to give my mom some time to rest. God provided me with the funds to come along with a young lady who will be able to sit with my mom while my dad and I are away for the day. On top of those funds, God allowed other funds to be given to me to help with any needs I might have while I'm away.
In order to leave for the two weeks, I needed to make sure that the college students had meals since the lady who usually cared for the meals has been extremely sick. I also needed to arrange my English class, and get in all my client visits for my foster care job. I spent four days cooking, visiting clients, working on lesson plans ... Most of those days were very late nights. I have been tired, and at times a bit overwhelmed in my thoughts when trying to get everything organized. Over the last two days, I have an anxious feeling, even to the point of my heart racing a bit. I believe it is simply Satan trying to get me discouraged and off kilter because there was no reason for me to be anxious anymore since all my ducks were in a row. The only other time I have had that kind of anxious feeling was during covid when I would have to go shopping.... because I did not want to deal with people who were trying to force us to wear masks.
Prayers for me, my mom, my dad, and several situations which I cannot deal with right now are greatly appreciated.
On another good note, I met a young lady who may be interested in short term missions. I shared two missionaries with needs with her, and I hope to hear back that she may be able to help them as I am not sure that I will be able to do so at the times they need.
A few days ago, I spoke with one of my foster care clients who had been in jail. I led him to Christ while he was in jail, and now he is wanting to move to the Fort Dodge are to be involved in our addictions ministry, the church, and an accountability Bible Study the pastor has.
Please pray that not only this young man but also another one my clients can get housing in the Fort Dodge area.
I am still working towards traveling full time. Please pray God gives me wisdom on how to raise the funds to do this.