The Road to Damascus Journey…Day Fourteen …malak
I last posted on December 8, 2009. The Word was “dma’ot” meaning tears. At that time the Lord also gave me the Word “malak” (Hebrew) – to reign; inceptively to ascend the throne; causatively to induct into royalty; (make, set a, set up) king, be (make) queen, (begin to, make to) reign (Strong 4427).
If you read the last post you read about the occurrence last Tuesday. Just a recap:
I was preparing to go to a doctor’s check-up, and was conversing with God about people’s frustrations and points of their personal grief. I asked God for wisdom and understanding, and words of comfort that I might offer these people. I asked God, “What can I say to them in the midst of their personal deserts, their battles, when these people are worn and weary, and cannot see ahead for the weariness in their souls, and loved ones have been taken away or things they hold dear have been lost, how do they believe?”
I don’t know why, but I jumped when I heard God answer me. He said, “ask, how big do they think my throne is? How far does it extend? What does it cover?” In awe and greatest humility, I bowed, because his presence was so strong. I answered, “Your throne extends from the eat to the west, from the north to the south, across the firmament. Your throne is as big or as little as we see it.” Malak – to reign; reign upon a throne. Hmm.
On that last post, I wrote: “I live aware of God’s “bigness”. I have personal knowledge, just as you must have, of His vast love, and unlimited mercy that descends down to us from His Throne of Grace.”
Sometimes you don’t know that a Word for someone else is your Word too! My family came to know just how great God’s throne is, when this last Friday, my mom became ill. There had been spiritual preparation for this day.
This is what happened on December 11, 2009:
My mom was restless during the night, and we got up many times to go to the bathroom. I was getting worried because she could hardly move her feet, and was really making an effort to drag herself. Just about 6:00am, I decided that she was not strong enough to make another trip to the bathroom, and that we should just wait to feel better. As I looked at her she was very pale and chalky-looking. We sat awhile and talked, and I had my arm around her shoulder, and was explaining that maybe just “to check things out” we should go to the emergency room, and had called my brother into the room. She laid her head on my shoulder, and then suddenly went limp to one side, her tongue came out of her mouth, and it hung sideways out of her mouth, her eyes rolled back, and she went limp backwards, while dark brown blood gushed out of her mouth, gushes and gushes, all over the bed, blankets, and other clothing. I tried rolling her on her side, but she was too heavy for me, but at the same time my brother had also rushed toward us, and was able to place her on her side, so that she would not choke on her own blood. She came too, but not coherent, and blood kept oozing out of her mouth. My brother went straight into prayer over her, while I ran to the phone to get the paramedics, tie-up the dogs, and make access way for the paramedics.
I rode with her in the ambulance, with the whirling siren to the hospital, and she was still gushing blood, and she was not looking well.
My brother (the eldest), my sister-in-law, and my nephew Jason, were the first to arrive at the hospital. I met them and updated them on the severity of her condition. They could not stop the internal bleeding. I was called away to give her history and details to the nurses, and then re-united with them to wait. The minutes seemed endless. We all whispered prayers as we paced back and forth, and made calls in-between to family members.
At one point, a frantic nurse rushed into the emergency room, and told us that she had coded, that she had suffered respiratory failure, and what did we want done. The four of us rushed down the hall toward the area she was in, and I called out that I had her “Advanced Directive” which authorizes me as her health representative to make medical decisions for her, including life and death decisions. There was a circle of about 9 to 11 people around her bed, and they were waiting for instructions. Again, I called out, “do everything you have to do to keep her alive, everything and anything.” They started working on my mom to bring her back, and let us stay in the corner of the room, but I grabbed my weeping sister-in-law, brother and nephew and said, “they will do everything they can, but we have to go into prayer.” The Security guard and a nurse, said, “no you can stay”, but I answered, “we have to pray.”
We gathered just outside the room, and joined hands, I remember telling myself, more than anyone, “I’m not giving up hope, I’m not losing her yet, not like this.” We prayed and we thanked God for her life, and we thanked God for His mercy, and then we thanked God for giving the medical staff wisdom. As we prayed, I opened my eyes upward and as we prayed, I saw people with other sick loved ones, with their heads bowed, and in prayer. I then saw the nurses, joining us in prayer, and their hands were upon our shoulders, and they had tears in their eyes. We prayed with authority and with a heart of thanksgiving. We did not stop praying until we heard the monitors beeping signaling sustaining life.
The doctor came over and told us that they were doing everything they could to keep her alive. She was bleeding internally and blood had gone into her lungs, and her blood pressure had dropped, and she had lost a lot of blood at home, and on the way. They could not stop the bleeding. I kept telling the physicians that she had all kinds of allergies and sensitivities and told them various times of her medications, and that she had undergone a transfusion years ago, that made it necessary to filter the blood, before any transfusions, and they had to check the national red cross bank for data.
Hours passed as family and friends gathered at the hospital. We took over the emergency room, hallways and parking lot. We lost her a second time, and again she was revived. There were countless Pastors, Ministers, Women Ministry groups and churches in active intercession across the nation, and across the World, as people posted on the internet on Church websites and such. My mother’s pastor and church, as well as my own pastor and church were of great comfort. Family members from up and down California and Arizona responded with love and prayers.
Even as we paced about, I remembered “How big is my throne?” I whispered back, “it is big enough to restore my mother.” They started a transfusion while in the emergency room, but her body rejected it, and the respirator was breathing for her, and her heart was being regulated.
We were allowed to see her two by two in a room off the emergency room. I saw the nurses whisper, and give long looks at us, and weak smiles. I stayed encouraged, and although I knew my mom was ready to go with the Lord, I knew it was not her time, because I knew that her work here on earth was not finished. Nevertheless, seeing her suffer, was heart-wrenching.
Sometime in the late afternoon, she was moved to Intensive Care and was still unstable. We began to pray with specifics as to blood transfusions and stopping the internal bleeding. I was the first to see her as she was transferred and the assigned physician introduced himself, and recapped her medical condition. My sister-in-law was with me, and he told us that they could not stop the bleeding, and he did not know why. I said “doctor has anyone mentioned to you that she is on “Plavix”. It a blood thinner. The doctor grabbed his head with both hands, and I heard him shouting out commands, one of them being coagulant. Within 30 minutes the internal bleeding had stopped. Within 60 minutes they were able to start transfusions.
Friends and family had stuck with us the whole day and had ministered to our hearts and bodies. We went home tired that night.
My sister’s boys helped clean-up the bloody blankets, bed linens and clothing where my mother had almost bled out that morning. My precious brother-in-law did all that laundry and went trough the mess to get things restored back to normal.
I wearily took a shower and slept two hours out of sheer exhaustion. I prayed myself to sleep, and was grateful for the many intercessors holding us up in prayer. My sister-in-law, and my sister, and I were back at our posts before the procedures the next morning. I remember going in to see my mom before 7:00am, and looking at the frail little lady who lay amidst all the machines and tubing.
I held her almost cold hand and whispered that I knew she was suffering, and this was the toughest fight we had yet faced. I spoke to her of all the things that she had suffered as a child, and the trials she had seen in her lifetime. I then did one of the hardest things I have ever had to do, again. I told her I understood that she was tired, and understood if she wanted to go to be with her Savior and her loved ones in heaven. I told her I knew she was ready and had fought the good fight, and without a doubt her crown was waiting in heaven. I told her of the beautiful things that she would see, and the celestial city, and how the Lord would meet her. I told her that if she stayed, we could wait and see the Lord together when He returned for us in the clouds on that glorious day. I reminded her of the promises that she had shared with me that God had given her, and those things had not yet been fulfilled in our family. We were still praying on those things. Then I reminded her of God’s goodness, and read her favorite scriptures to her (Psalm 91 and 121). I left her with peace in my heart, but better than that, her semblance had a tinge of color.
We spent much of that Saturday as we had the day before, watching and waiting, with no real change in her condition. Somewhere between 8:00 and 8:30pm my nephews took their turn to see “Ita” (that’s what the grandkids call grandma), and then I saw one of them return for my sister with some urgency. My sister was gone about 30 minutes. She returned, and said “ I have an announcement!” She proceeded to tell us how her boys had gone in to see my mother, and she was awake, and alert, and was pointing to the door, and moving her eyes to indicate that they call their mom. When their mom (my sister) arrived, my mother was restless, and distressed. So my sister took action, called her boys into prayer, and they lay hands on mom. My sister states that she placed her hand over my mother’s head, and soon felt radiant heat on the palm of her hand, so much so that she felt her hand burning, and the top of my mom’s head hot. My mother grew peaceful. Within 30 minutes my mother’s vitals and her numbers all came together, and for the first time, she was pronounced stable. My sister was announcing the work of the Holy Spirit. We were all encouraged and knew God’s hand was at work. This is the first of what many people called miracles.
I will continue on another post. Blessings and thank you mighty intercessors and prayer warriors.
Again, the Word “malak” (Hebrew) means – to reign; inceptively to ascend the throne; causatively to induct into royalty; (make, set a, set up) king, be (make) queen, (begin to, make to) reign (Strong 4427).
He reigns. He is on the throne. Hebrews 4:16 stirs within me, and it reads: “Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.”
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