My brother had been ill and had been in the hospital for the past one week. Everything we did in this one week obviously revolved around him. They told us he had malaria. Yet with each passing day, all we saw was him getting weaker and worse. He couldn't walk on his own, hardly ate anything, was quivering all the time....,it just did not look good.
Mind you, I was home on holiday this time and this happened in the last two weeks of my holiday. I desperately needed him to get well before it was time for me to go back to work. It'd be one of two things, me going back and not concentrating on anything, feeling sad and depressed or me not resuming when I should which would have been such a problem for me at work. 'Dear God', I prayed every time I was either driving to the hospital or back home there, 'Please heal him for us'. Yet he did not improve. Most of my friends were praying for him too (I believe). I will never forget how they always checked on me at the end of each day. That was the only time I would express how I felt, because amongst my family members I think we were too afraid to speak about it. Dear God, please bless them for me.
That was the day the decision was made to move him somewhere else. The devil filled my mind with so many negatives I tell you. "Well its too late to change hospitals anyway". "This looks hopeless". "There's hardly any life left in this chap". These are all the lies the devil filled me with and that's why I was crying already. And so when we began to get excuses from all the hospitals we thought we'd get immediate attention from,- 'all the beds are taken', 'hospital's undergoing renovation so we're off for now', I lost it. There was a convoy of about six cars filled with family members all either desperately praying or panicking. It happened when we finally got to the hospital where he would eventually get help.
As he was too weak at this point, he managed to ask for a wheel chair. GOsh, how I hate re-visit this scene. It would haunt me for days and I was not alone in this.
As he was brought out of the car, it seemed like he was hit by something which was blinding to his eyes. He began stretch so much and stiffen at the same time. He had a grip on a friend of his, the grip was so strong his friend's watch face actually shattered. His eyes kept moving up till the black part was all gone. He seemed to be dying..... The devil was there all the while, whispering to me, saying "this was the end". I remember the chaos, everyone screaming, wailing, calling his name and asking him to stay with us. Some people were praying. I was in shock. All of a sudden I realised I didn't have to listen to that wicked voice. I began to speak the word of the Lord and make declarations and commands.
**sigh***. All I can say is, it only got better from then. He spent another two weeks in hospital. Today, he is alive and strong and a testimony I could not help showing off. God is good!!!
HERE'S THE CATCH: Life is full of ups and downs. The ride will definitely be bumpy down the road sometimes. The situation with my brother taught me something new. The devil will use every opportunity to lie to you. And trust me, he'll choose the times when you are most depressed, when you are at your lowest. You can make a choice; God and his word are truth and life on the other hand. I know that most times it is easier to give up. But dearest, that would be buying the devil's lies. Try to praise the Lord even in the darkest of situations, stormiest weathers and the most depressing times. Speak his word- the truth, stand upon his promises, give them back to him. God honours his own word more than anything else. And the devil is disarmed when the WORD is spoken in confidence.
SO............, rise above that situation today and choose the truth over the enemy's lies.
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