Some friends of ours have had some much more major medical issues than us going on. I have no idea what would have happened to their boys 20 years ago, but as of this year one of their boys has a titanium jaw, and the other one has stainless steel rib cage support. Wow.
I’m not sure we really understand growth on any level, so that is why it is my miracle for today. I watch my “baby” outgrow his clothes, and learn to read, and get along with others, and I stand in awe. I’ve not heard a really good, scientific explanation of how our body knows how to grow where, and how fast. Physically, emotionally, spiritually, intellectually, we all grow and develop constantly. How do we do this? We understand it is a part of life, everything around us grows – it is a sign of life itself, yet we can not control it or create it. When we plant something we can provide the conditions for growth, but then the best we can do is stand back and watch.
Yesterday my six year old spent several hours crying due to growing pains. She also went through pain as she lost a baby tooth, allowing for her larger, adult tooth to come in properly. As I watch growth around me, I can learn that growth of all types involves pain, stretching, and a better result at the end. Couldn’t growth be categorized as God directing our paths to something larger and better than before?
Background: The last few years, when my husband was very sick, the thing he lacked the most was stamina. I remember one family trip he drove for about 30 minutes, then collapsed into a useless heap, asking me to finish the trip myself, and care for all of the children and all of the activities as well. The doctors ran test after test, and saw no reason for the extreme fatigue, constant pain, and lack of stamina. He had trouble finishing anything he started. He became unemployed and unemployable. Their conclusion was that it was mental. They ran mental health tests, and concluded he was inventing fictitious health reasons to not want to work, or do anything. Marriage counselors all concluded that the situation was hopeless, and that it was time to give up. They tried to convince me that it was not chronic pain that made him mean and unemployed, but that I needed to accept the reality of the person I had married and get on with my life without him. Not that I thought he was perfect, but this was not the person I knew, and I chose to turn to the Lord for help instead. The road to health and functioning was painfully slow, but eventually he did recover.
Yesterday: We had a day off of school/work, and decided to repaint and re-carpet an additional bedroom. After working on the bedroom all day, he went in to work for a few hours, then at 9:30pm, when he got done and had helped put the kids to bed, he got ready to go back and work in the bedroom again. I had to beg him not to. He has nasty allergies, and a severe cough. He had already pushed himself beyond what was considered reasonable or necessary. The room should be done today anyway.
Conclusion: According to the “experts” there is no miracle here. He simply changed his attitude. Not true. The pain has subsided, the fatigue is at “normal” levels for someone with seven kids, and the stamina is not only more normal, but his positive attitude frequently pushes him even further. I guess it is a choice to believe in that miracle or not. I am especially grateful for the stamina.
Miracle number two is that we still have our family. You could argue that was ultimately my choice. True, but I believe most miracles are the result of our choices. I simply remember being told over and over that the situation was hopeless. It obviously was not hopeless. With God, nothing is hopeless.
We are doctor shopping again, so I’ve been noticing more recently the people who work with our bodies. If there were a gift that I often wish I had, it would probably be the gift of healing. I think I can do rather well with the making a person comfortable part, but not with the healing itself.
I’ve met just a few people in my life who I feel really have the gift of healing. One was actually a physician (retired, or I wouldn’t be looking!), and others were not. I’ve been to many doctors who I think do a great job with the knowledge they have, and they have a great ability to use the tools at their disposal, but they are not overly intuitive about how bring an entire body to health. From what I’ve seen, an actual healing miracle often is accompanied by a spiritual healing of the person as well.
In our family, we have had much sickness, and much healing. Healing usually has come after much trial and error, and after much suffering and learning from that suffering. Someday I hope to better understand how faith and suffering both play a role in the healing process. In the mean time, does anyone have any great examples of healings?
A few years ago I went through the hardest trial that I had ever faced. Long story short it involved a severe mental health crisis of a close family member and some catastrophic malpractice from the medical community. It was one of those trials that eventually do get better, but when it is “over” you aren’t quite sure who won. The type you stand back and say, I’m not sure I wanted to go through that, but everyone is still breathing, so I guess we are okay.
Had a little perspective on that particular trial these last few weeks. Someone else I am close to may be facing a similar challenge, and a much longer road. If needed, this time I will have some tools to deal with it, and some knowledge that I did not have before. I would be in a unique position to help ease those burdens. So putting things in perspective, what I saw as a miserable and unfair challenge to me, may actually have just been preparation to be able to help someone else. If that is what I face, will my previous trial be worth the pain I went through? Probably, yes. I still didn’t want it, and I pray that this new problem will never escalate to the level I faced before, but if it does I will be able to make someone else s life easier – and isn’t that what this life is about?
The “miracle” is that God knows enough to prepare people and strengthen them. My anger that I had to go through the initial difficulties would have been avoided if I had had perspective. Yet, lack of perspective is what helps us grow.
- ‘Disturbed’ man committed to Central Mental Hospital after being found unfit to stand trial (independent.ie)
I can’t find anything specific to record today, so I’ll just throw out some thoughts on health. Staying healthy is something that affects everyone, and there is so much we don’t understand about it. Our family specifically has learned the hard way what happens when illness strikes that can not be treated. I have always found it interesting that the miracles of healing are so predominant in the stories of Christ’s life on earth. So here are my two questions for thought for today.
- Why were physical healings a theme of Christ’s life? How was it affected by his role as Creator?
- Is access to modern medicine a right, a privilege, a hindrance, a responsibility, or downright miracle? Did God send some people down to wealth to enjoy health and long life from modern medicine, and others to poverty and ignorance to suffer physically? Or do we really all suffer from mortality anyway? Or are there other answers out there we have forgotten about?
Food for thought today. I know that constant study and prayer have done more for my family than the doctors have. At least that is the way it seems. I am also still learning about the powers and limitations of “natural” medicines with my essential oils.
- God Still Heals (bummyla.wordpress.com)
- Healing Scriptures . . . (gshow.wordpress.com)
- My Mircale (myservantsheart.wordpress.com)
- How Broken Does Health Care Have To Get? (scrubsandsuits.com)
Have you ever noticed that when a bunch of ladies get together and start talking about babies, they all want to tell their labor and delivery stories? It’s sort of crazy, but it makes sense. Becoming a mother changes a woman, just as becoming a father changes many men. (Miracle #1) I thought I’d share my first labor and delivery story today. It contains many miracles I need to be grateful for.
My first labor I could have died without modern interventions. After 24 hours of hard labor, painful contractions every 4 – 10 minutes the entire time, I had made ZERO progress at all. In fact when I had had my check up the day before I was told I probably had 2 weeks still. I was finally admitted to the hospital, not because they expected me to have a baby, but I was admitted for dehydration and exhaustion. Thanks to IV’s, epidurals and petosin, (Miracles 2, 3, & 4) I was able to actually rest, gather strength, and make enough progress after another 12 hours to get the poor kid out. I don’t know what would have happened without those interventions. At very least I would have been too exhausted to labor. People DID used to die in childbirth.
Not only was the labor difficult for me, but for the baby as well. She ended up in the NBICU (Miracle #5) with a hole in her lung from the excessive stress. I didn’t know it then, but the doctor and hospital were technically negligent by not providing a c-section before the baby was so stressed. It worked out well for me because I was able to avoid needing a c-section with any of my future children (Miracle #6). I am glad they had a NBICU, but she actually healed herself within 24 hours with no help from the doctors. The human body has an amazing capacity to heal itself, and infants ability to heal is even more astounding (Miracle #7.) I do credit the sterile environment for speeding the healing with no further complications or infections.
The greatest miracle that day was the birth of my daughter. (Miracle #8) Life is something so precious, yet so far beyond our mortal understanding. The second greatest miracle was the strength and comfort that the Lord gave me as mother of that precious life. The moment they finally told me that she had been admitted to the NBICU I knew without question that she would be fine. (Miracle #9) Even seeing her with tubes and needles and monitors did not bother me. I had complete calm. I did insist that her father be with her the entire time (which he was) and that she be given a priesthood blessing as soon as possible.
In our religion we believe that we have been given the priesthood authority from Christ that includes the gift of healing. It requires 2 male priesthood holders with authority to bless them in the name of Christ by the laying on of hands. It just happened that one of my husband’s good friends who also held the priesthood was one of the technicians working on my baby. They gave her the blessing and I wouldn’t be surprised if that was when her lung was healed, because they never could even find it after that. (Miracle #10.)
I became very grateful for that experience. Visiting in the NBICU I saw many babies who were very premature, and who needed a lot of help just to live. That experience touched me very deeply. I instantly developed a deep gratitude for my own child’s health. I will never forget the love I felt for those babies who weren’t even mine. I didn’t understand why their babies were so fragile and mine was so healthy. I guess it is not up to us what lot we are given in life.
The final blessing came when Shanna was 2 days old. She was still in the ICU for observation. They finally decided that her risk of collapsing a lung had probably passed and allowed her to try to nurse. She had spent the first 24 hours on an IV to let her lungs heal, then they gradually let her try drinking from a bottle that would feed her easily without the need to work her lungs very hard. When they finally let her try to nurse they were very worried and told me that it may take several weeks for her to learn to nurse because of her late start. Miracle #11 – she latched on the very first try and never had a single problem nursing or with her lungs after that point. Anyone who has struggled with feeding a child knows how fortunate that was.
Motherhood is amazing.
- Becoming A Mom: The Best Thing To Ever Happen To Me (worldatthewayside.com)
- Preemie by Kasey Mathews – Review and Q&A (tetheredmommy.com)