I can't sing, well a joyful noise maybe. I can dance, but the Lord has not used that for his work. I can't play an instrument or give eloquent speeches , but I do work at a hospital with sick and dying patients . Some just learned of their battle to come against the cancer foe. Yet others have been on the battlefield for years with some good journeys and many with terrible set-backs. My father gives me opportunity and the right words of comfort,peace and on occasion a battle cry or two as a gift for me and my patients.
I never know ahead of time ,I don't even worry about it either. He has shown me multiple times the scripture "I will give you in the very hour what to say" up close and personal.
When a patient leaves the door open ( I have to be careful not to invade someones space ) I rush right in and bring the Holy Spirit with me. Sometimes it's a touch of my hand and he moves his comfort thru that contact, other times it is a gentle pull into the bathroom to rebuke the devil, me, my patient and the Holy Ghost himself! Satan is so slick to always be around when someone ise at a low point, but we must as sons and daughters of the living God, fight with confidence, because we recognize our weakness and embrace his strength.
Most times I get so excited and can't wait to tell my husband about my day only to find out I only can give bare bones description of my conversations. When he gives you what to say sometimes they are his very words and you can't recall what was even said. I take no credit for the help he has given through my lips and hands, he guides me and I ask him every morning, Lord lead me and guide me and show me what you want me to do for you today.
And Lord don't let me mess it up
Great testimony. I have done the same, as i have worked with the elderly and the dying patients. Over 30 yrs and many blessings and testimonies of faith. We are ordained by our Lord to bring hope, comfort and peace. Many asked me for prayer. I'v held many of hands in the last hours of life. I wouldn't change it for the world, to be God's hands of love extended in those precious hours.
Thank You for being obediant to the Lord, and speaking a due word in season !!!! Wordsofhope
Whenever I learn that someone works with/has worked with cancer survivors, I must stop and say "thank you" for I am a cancer survivor. Unless a person has gone through cancer treatment or something similar, one cannot know how much those battling cancer crave the touch of another person for we feel like... well... I suppose the only way I could put it is that we feel like a "disease" as well. Please know that the simple act of caring means more to a cancer survivor than you can ever possibly know. You make us feel like a part of the human race... even though we may not look like it at the moment.
Yes, the Holy Spirit gives us the words which are needed... when they are needed.
Glad to know that there are people like you who do such touching work and will help those in their last days on this earth. May the Lord continue to flow through you, to anoint you with words of great comfort and peace to those who need it most.
Thanks for sharing, Sister Sheri
From Hwa Silverpen
I have to tell you all thru my tears , I love my job both at the hospital and most of all for my father, sometimes it is hard in the flesh to deal with delicate matters of life and death especially with those who don't know the lord.
I am at work right now and just finished a brain death study on a 2nd old little boy, I am drained emotionally and was drained spiritually but to my brothers and sisters in Christ I thank you for recharging my batteries and my lord for letting me continue.
Love you all