Back I go again…

Saturday morning I wake up with a slight bruised feeling, however seeing as I sleep with many covers, waking up feeling squashed isn’t a new thing. As the day went on the pain became less bruised and more…well…pain. It was more located in one place and moving around became more difficult. So…back I go. I am hospitalised once again with an expected appendicitis.

As I traveled to hospital with the worship music blaring I was clinging on to God with all I had. I was not going to go through another operation, for my return date to Pemba to be delayed even longer. I just couldn’t do it. The day before I had just finished packing, I was ready to leave. Having an operation wasn’t an option. No No No!

I phoned and messaged people to get the message out to pray. I asked my family in Christ to rise up with me in prayer against this. And it was beautiful to watch those prayers come into being. I was out two days later with the doctors unable to say what the pain and sickness was, but happy it wasn’t my appendix. I am feeling much better and resting well at home.

For now…No more going to hospital please! Being admitted three times plus two appointments, before the end of January isn’t a great way of starting 2014.

I was slightly embarrassed to be returning to the same place so soon, one of the surgeons recognised me straight away. I was even more embarrassed with the effect the morphine had on me. The doctor wasn’t too sure what to say when I told him I lived in a bamboo hut. Thankfully my mother was there to correct all the questions the doctor asked me about my living conditions in England. Seriously….why ask me anything when I have just had powerful pain killers? I get weird when I am ill without the drugs, as my friends and family well know. I even had a message from one of my dear friends asking me to message her as soon as I have had the painkillers. I think she knew she would get some entertainment. :)

I could repeat all I wrote on the last blog entry when I left the hospital last time. I still know I am in God’s hands with all I do, as He leads. I also know I am in a spiritual warfare and praying matters. Fighting with intercession is a needed part of everyday life. The more I placed my focus on worship as I was traveling to the hospital, the more peace and joy took over. I knew I would be ok in His hands, whatever happens. I am ok. He is still good and I am still His daughter. I wasn’t alone.

Praise God for all He is in the everyday things.

Never give up...

His plans...

On the 7^th January I was sitting in hospital, on oxygen, an IV and taking many medications, pondering, ‘but I was meant to be on a plane today returning home’. I was too ill to want to leave the hospital, I was very happy to be where I was while in that state. But I didn’t want to be in that state. I wanted to be on a plane. Feeling well. Why were my plans not happening? What was God doing?

Not once did I not trust God in what He was doing and the way He was going to make me well. I knew that good would come from this. But I couldn’t help but think of home and ask God what these weeks would look like in His eyes, while I was in and out of sleep.

Today my strength is picking up, the voice has returned and I can eat a meal in less than an hour, which is a big achievement! The best thing is that without those horrible, swollen tonsils in my throat, I feel freedom. There is so much joy in knowing it’s over.

Done.

Fin.

Acabado.

My throat is healed. Yes God used the good doctors for this. But oh my there is so much gratitude for my lovely Heavenly father.

One of my biggest joys, yet my biggest heart break that comes with my role in my ministry is holding the sick. Whenever one of my babies is ill there is a role and responsibility that comes to getting them better again. Fighting for them and loving them through it. We always start by getting the other babies, toddlers and the educators around them to pray. We don't always see a miracle from the word go, but there is something so powerful in declaring that this child is Gods, they are not to be sick any more. Jesus come and be in control. He has never failed to show up in these times of need with His healing power, as well as in the general day to day events. 

The more I get to know Jesus, the more I feel secure in the not knowing. The better I am at letting go of control. He is my hero and each day is an adventure with Him, surrounded in His love. 

The very worst missionary….

Loving this girls blog! Take a read or watch her interview on how she became the 'very worst missionary'

http://www.theveryworstmissionary.com

What a start to the new year….

Well I am home…

Thank you all who prayed for me while I was in hospital. For those who didn't know I was there…nothing serious…just needed some extra care after having my tonsils out. I am still feeling it so this will be short and sweet.

Just to say all is well…and now to look to a few more doctors appointments and then home to Pemba!