About a year before "the incident" my pastor, District Elder Isadore Grant, Jr., preached a sermon on the topic "God's Preceding Word." It was all about how our tests and trials are often preceded by a word from God of prophecy, warning, direction, faith, comfort, or instruction. Often we don't realize at the time why the particular word is being given, but as circumstances begin to unfold, it becomes clear why. I never forgot that message.
Two years prior to that, on January 25, 2012 I wrote the following entry on my Facebook wall: "As I meditated this morning on grace, and all that grace is, the spirit of the Lord whispered "Every breath you take is grace."
Fast forward to Mother's Day, 2015. That year it fell on the May 10th. The day before, Saturday May 9, 2015, I had been invited to serve as guest speaker for a Pre-Mother's Day Luncheon at the Ambassador Seed of Love Church in Philadelphia. The theme was "Still Standing, Still Strong: I Don't Look Like What I've Been Through." I shared the points with the women that the Lord had given me to share and we were blessed. The next evening my daughter took me to a Mother's Day Concert at the Liacouras Center in Philadelphia. That was the night I heard Testimony and Worth by Anthony Brown and Group Therapy for the first time. The songs ministered to me so much that the next day I went on amazon.com, purchased and downloaded both songs and for the next four days, I listened to those songs over and over and over again.
Then four days later on Thursday May 14th at approximately 5:45 pm I suddenly began experiencing shortness of breath. For the next 50 minutes I prayed, cried, sipped cold water, took my hair down, and loosened my upper garments, but it was still a struggle to breathe. Finally at 6:35 pm I called my brother to pick me up from work and take me to the hospital. As soon as we arrived I was given oxygen and several tests before it was determined that had bilateral pulmonary embolisms, or, multiple blood clots in both lungs. Later that night I was admitted to a room on the cardiac floor complete with machines that beeped all night and specialists who visited all day. I stayed there for 5 days and 5 nights while my body was nursed back to health.
When I think about those 50 minutes from 5:45 pm to 6:35 pm when I did everything but call for help, tears well up in my eyes. I was told by the cardiologist that I "shouldn’t be here". That usually a patient like me "wouldn’t have made it". That I’m "pretty lucky". But rather than luck, I like to call it my ‘50 Minutes of Grace.’ During those 50 minutes while I sipped water, took my hair down, and loosed my clothes, even though I was anxious and afraid, I never stopped praying. Even though I didn't realize it at the time that God had already answered.
His word had already gone out - His preceding word - through the theme I was asked to speak on and through the two songs that had ministered to me all that week. Yes, His word had gone out and just like the scripture says, it not return to Him void, but accomplished exactly what He intended it to accomplish. I am still standing. I am still strong. I don't look like what I've been through. I've got a testimony. He thought I was worth saving. And every breath I take is grace.
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"So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it." Isaiah 55:11
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