Nature has a voice.
Years ago when I was very sick and probably dying I was all alone and lying on the chesterfield. The sun was shining and the room was quiet. I was feeling worn out and useless. I prayed and asked God for help.
I had prayed for others but I did not often pray for myself. I felt a peace. I heard a voice. It was not in my head but seemed to be from deep within my soul. Maybe it was the first time I had been quiet and listened. The name of the Dr. I had seen many many years before. Dr. Horan. I had not thought of him for years. I did not want to go to see any more doctors. No No NO.
I am thankful that when God speaks he repeats and repeats until you are forced to listen. I remember walking slowly over to my family doctor feeling foolish to ask for a referral. He was glad to give it to me.
Yes he was able to put me in the hospital and gave me every test known. I was a celiac. It took a long time to recover but I did.
Now old age has slowed me down. I keep going a little ways slowly. Everyone passes me. The give me an encouraging smile. I know where I am going!
Yes I know that I have been given the gift of being able to listen. Walking is a time when I listen.
Our strengths change as we get older
1 comment:
Good thing you had the energy to ask for help.
A lesson that we could all learn.
Sandra
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