This past summer I was struck with the very serous illness called sepsis. When I was admitted to the hospital, my husband was told that I was within two hours of my organs shutting down and, most likely, death. Our family and the pastoral staff of our church wrecked informed and prayers began. The physicians were unrelenting in fighting this blood infection with the strongest of antibiotics. Within forty hours, my blood pressure was stable and the infection in my blood began retreating. I felt God had chosen to raise me back to life!
A few days later, I watched the streaming of our pastor preaching on Acts 9 and the raising of Dorcas from the dead by the Apostle Peter. This solidified my belief the God had chosen to keep me alive, for his purposes. I rejoiced.
I knew, if this horrid infection had caused my death, and I entered in Glory, I would know the fullness of Christ’s healing. I could ay, with Paul, in Philippians 1:21, “For to me, living means living for Christ, and dying is even better.”
Truly, God is our Great Physician.