Day 3 & 4: From High to Low. From East To West

Day 3 & 4:  From High to Low. From East To West

I have combined days 3 and 4 for a few reasons. The MAIN reason is that well, I believe I was High on Day 3 and I don't remember a whole lot of it. What I do remember is that my phone began to buzz very often as many were beginning to find out about the sudden dilemma I was currently in. It became quite a shock to my family that I was laying up in the hospital with a tube in my chest, trying to breathe.

Thoughts did race my mind for a moment on how they were handling the situation. I knew my mother was probably about to start walking all near 3,000 miles to L.A.

But calls came as quickly I would learn that many in churches, and in towns and cities were praying for me back East. The word had spread much back home more quickly than I would have thought.

In my mind I wasn't seeing it as THAT big of deal to share to the world, but again, I was sippin' tea with Gabriel and St. Peter by the time that morphine filtered through my body.

--Side Note: I actually day dreamed about a new invention for forming bubbles for events and such...while under these high conditions--

--Doube Side Note: Notice I didn't go in great detail about the invention because I believe I will actually be considering getting it engineered and patented :-) --

But what God quickly spoke to me, “this isn't about you”. I went from a HIGH to Low in less than seconds. I realized that God was using me and this situation. I was apart of a plan. A plan I would need to pay attention each day as He revealed what this was all about.

Now, that's JACKED up for God to just make a illustration out of you isn't, Brad? No, it was a moment, a stepping stone, into an intimacy with a God I proclaimed to know, but would soon know more of His character of Grace.

Things in life happen. It seems to be unfair at times. But I've never seen God ONCE waste my time, my energy, my body, or anything in my life. God doesn't waste anything. EVERTHING is used in that we would know Him more, know ourselves more, and engage a lost world to open their lives to a INTIMACY with God that IS whom He said He was from the beginning, who DOES what He said he would do...THE I AM to whatever it may be that we are and need.

I had a few friends that would slide in and visit me with sadness in their eyes. I may have looked bad with all those wires an tubes and such, but I slid out a joke or two, smiled, and made them comfy. I was in GOOD hands and I wanted them to know that. I wanted them to know that I have a TRUST in the ONE that says He is close by and WILL deliver. I had NO fear. I had NO worries. I just needed to keep focused on Grace.

Day 4: From East to West

Some of my family came in extending the love of my mother. More prayers resounded by my bedside. I am FOREVER grateful for their prayers, their faith, and love. That's what the body is to do, is to be there for one another.
--If you are reading this and you have seen Christians that slam religion down on people and talk and act hastily with other people about faith, God and His love and such, I am truly sorry you met those people. BUT the true followers of Christ and servants of God understand HIS love and demonstrate it, quite well. A people I will forever trust, and know their prayers reach, and provide. Fact--

The doctor came in at some point and told me that they would turn off the suction on my tube in order to see how the lung would perform, believing it very well maybe stay stable and grow healthfully-- Id be free to go tomorrow. This news perked my ears up.

I guess it's MIRACLE Time, I thought, and I'd be able to share how amazing God fixed my situatio so swiftly...

But from the East to the West, I would soon be welcoming more prayers...

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