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Raised From the Dead

As an LPN working in the critical care unit at a local hospital, I was in the final hour of a twelve-hour shift when I entered my last patient’s room. A “Do Not Resuscitate” sign was posted at the door. I had met several of her family members the evening before and appreciated their love for her.
Looking at the cardiac monitor I saw her heart rate decrease to zero. I listened to her heart and lungs for life-signs. There were none. Stepping out, I asked the unit secretary to call her family members in from the waiting room.
Back at her bedside I leaned over, placed my hand on her chest and spoke quietly to her lifeless form, “Your family is coming in and you know they would like to be with you to say goodbye.” Gazing at the monitor, I watched her heart rhythm begin slowly. I laid my stethoscope on her chest and listened to her faint heartbeat while my own raced.
She was alive! And she lived long enough for her family to gather at her bedside and say goodbye to her.
Do such resurrections occur today? Yes. I am a witness. God on His throne reached down and used a young Christian to touch the soul of a dying woman.
Life is a precious gift. I know the Person who gives this gift. Do you know Him?
“Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows” (James 1:17 NIV).
In Christian Love,
Berta

Make a Difference

In rehab, my occupational therapist told me only two muscle groups in my arms worked. I could bend my elbow but not straighten it. I could lift my arm but then it fell limp.
We focused on strengthening those muscle groups and as I grew stronger, my therapist encouraged me to try new skills. Since I was right handed, we worked on details, or fine motor skills. Using splints that held the needed instruments I learned to feed myself, brush my own teeth, write and type on a keyboard.
My left arm took longer and developed a different set of skills as I learned to push, lift and carry items I needed throughout the day. In God’s providence, my muscles adapted to my “different abilities.” Next, I had to adapt my new life.
Bible study, sermons, talking with other Christians all taught me about God. The more I learned the more I understood God’s desire for me—His plan for my life. He called me to make a difference for Him.
I began by answering the questions of people who were curious about my situation. In talking, I often felt the fear I had of what people thought of me. I was not a good person before I accepted Jesus as my savior. He loved me anyway. I talked on and soon I was telling people what God had done for me—not just in my past, but that day and every day.

I have overcome my disabilities through Jesus’ victory over the cross.

You may feel weak, worn, and weary but He can re-route your abilities. He may seem distant but He’s right there working with you. He will provide all you need to fulfill His desire in your life. Will you work with Him to strengthen your faith—or someone else’s?
“For it is God who works in you to will and to act according to his good purpose” (Philippians 2:13 NIV).
“He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint” (Isaiah 40:29-31 NIV).
In Christian Love.
Berta

Give Us This Day Our Daily Bread

One morning several years ago, my friend Tonya came to my home to get me up. Everything was going well until she reached for my rings. My anniversary band was there but my emerald ring wasn’t.  Panic! It wasn’t that the ring was costly but it was sentimental, a gift from my husband.

We looked everywhere: the floor, the shower, my bed. Tonya put me back in bed and partially disassembled my wheelchair to search for my ring. Nothing.

“Oh God, where is my ring?” I cried.

I can’t explain it, but I said, “Tonya, check the left pocket of the pants I wore yesterday.” There it was!

A few months later, my husband and I came in from a birthday celebration. As he prepared to put me in bed, he took my rings off then reached for my earrings. One was missing. Once again, we searched the bedroom and after putting me in bed, he searched my wheelchair. Nothing. I began to pray and fell asleep.

Tonya arrived the next morning and I asked her to keep her eyes open for the missing earring. Once up in my wheelchair, Tonya positioned me and I looked down. There, caught on my cup holder, was my earring.

Was praying for my lost jewelry appropriate? It wouldn’t get me into heaven. It wasn’t even a physical need. But Tonya witnessed my faith and God’s faithfulness. Soon she and her son began attending our church.

Father, I thank you for the many opportunities you give me to share my faith and your faithfulness to others. Amen

Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.

*I wrote this devotion and three days later, we discovered a caregiver had stolen all my jewelry.

In Christ Alone,
Berta

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