Six months ago was September first. Why is this date important to me? Because it was on that day I was admitted to the hospital for what turned out to be a 52 day ordeal. Many things have changed in my life during that past six months, but some things will never change such as my love and devotion to God, my undying affection for my wife and my overwhelming gratitude to all who stuck with me in prayer, not just initially, but throughout and after the situation.
The magnitude of the gravity of what happened to me struck home yet again this morning when I read an article about a local mother and her adult son who contracted a mysterious disease and both died within a short amount of time. For anyone interested, here is the link to the article:
As I read this article, I could not help but utter the phrase, there but for the grace of God was I . No one knows for sure what attacked and afflicted me starting last September first. They think it was pneumonia followed by sepsis and septic shock, but no one knows for sure. Those of you following my daily battle to stay alive know that there were many twists and turns in my condition and there were indeed times when I was hanging on by the thread of prayer. Thankfully I was unconscious and totally unaware of what was going on to me and around me.
What continues to amaze me six months after the onset of my affliction is that I was what I would consider a strong believer , rooted and grounded in God's Word. I was not a foul unbeliever who deserved to get sick or a wayward believer who had strayed off the straight and narrow. I was living my life and doing what I know to do to stay in fellowship with God when I was suddenly stricken and smitten with whatever I had. In a matter of three days, I went from having what appeared to be a cold to being in the ICU hooked up to a ventilator and fighting for my life. I have prayed to God for many months to let me know what happened both physically and spiritually last September.
When I look back to September 1, 2014 I am stuck by my almost total lack of recall. I vaguely remember trying to drive my wife Beth to work and getting screamed at by her as I was driving on the wrong side of the road among other things. I vaguely remember dropping her off at a co-worker's house and leaving her standing in the driveway in the dark. After that I have no memories except for many hours later telling a friend to take me to a particular hospital. I have no remembrance of driving home or what transpired that day (which was Labor Day in the USA). As it turns out, my blood oxygen was so low, it was impossible for me to think straight or remember anything I did.
Almighty God literally kept me from having a horrific accident that morning that would have probably killed both Beth and me. God dispatched angels to drive me home that morning and guard me during the next 12 hours. God directed me to a particular hospital where He knew the best crew would be for me (and Beth also). God was at work September first making sure the enemy did not succeed in his mission of eliminating me. God so loved Kirk that He moved heaven and earth to protect, guard and provide for him when he was utterly helpless and completely devastated physically. To say God is good would be the greatest understatement of all time.
The aim of the enemy was to once and for all eliminate me six months ago today. The enemy was sure of his plan and assumed God would be napping or helping someone more prominent or famous that day. Thank God the enemy was wrong!!! If there is one thing I know in this life, it is that God loves me and I love God with all of my heart. God did not hang me out to dry that fateful day, nor did He throw me under the bus of my sins and shortcomings in this life. God looked on my heart and the heart of Beth and did whatever He had to do to short-circuit the plans of the enemy and keep me/us alive.
Of course some may ask why God did not just heal me that day and thus prevent the ordeal of the next two months from taking place. That, my friends, is a question only God knows the answer to and I respectfully defer to Him. I trust that God's will is done in my life and I do not question that will no matter how it looks or what it takes to perform it. I happen to know that the miracles that took place in my life helped build the faith and love for God in countless people when they heard about them. I humbly accept the ordeal I went through if indeed it helped someone else to know of God's grace, mercy, power and love.
I would not be here writing this blog if not for the overwhelming love of God my Father and Jesus Christ my personal Lord and Savior. I was completely incapable of doing anything for myself for 30 days or more. Only through the prayers of God's faithful and the eternal grace and mercy of God did I not only survive but become stronger through the adversities I endured. All I can do in this life is daily thank God and give Him all the praise in my heart for delivering me from the hand of the enemy to live another day and fight another battle; that and continually thank YOU, God's army of prayer warriors whose prayers availed much!
After reading your blog, these words came to mind:
"Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths." Proverbs 3:5-6 (KJV)
That path is not always a lovely, sunlit path bordered by shade trees with the perfume of flowers in the air. Sometimes it is the exact opposite but God is with us still and we must trust Him and follow Him, no matter what.
Thank God for how He rescued you from the enemy, Kirk!
I so appreciate your reviewing this marvelous rescue. Praise the Lord forever for it, and for how He kept you and Beth safe and "dispatched angels" to drive you home that particular morning then keep you protected so that you could be taken to the hospital.
Love and blessings to you and blest...our "much beloved" ChristianBlog couple.