Monday, Mom was more depressed than I have ever seen her, and in a fragile mental state. She even talked about a DNR (Do Not Resucitate) order. She seemed to be giving up.
Tuesday, her eyes had brightened, and she worked with the nurses and therapists in her recovery--overnight transformation.
The difference?
"Several times I felt gentle hands touching me. I opened my eyes to see who was there--no one." She paused, and a beautiful smile broke out on her face. "I decided it was Jesus."
No instantaneous healing: Mom still has a mild infecton, and her body still holds on to too much fluid, and her kidneys still aren't working the way they should. (She
is off dialysis, praise the Lord!)
But with the healing hands of Jesus, Mom gained much-needed confidence that she will recover.
Amen.
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Darlene, I pray for you and your mom every day. It sounds like your mom's faith is like yours. Heart felt and real!
Thank the Lord for His gentle touch!
Blessings.
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