I grew up in a home with 2 loving parents, lots of love, laughter, acceptance, and encouragement. Even then, we werenít the typical American household. There was no cursing, swearing, gossiping, or prejudice allowed in our home. I thought everyone lived the same way.
When I left home to be on my own, I found that just wasnít the way it was. It was a rude awakening for me to learn how other families lived with cursing and swearing accepted; gossiping about everyone and everything; prejudice concerning religion, national origin, race, and political preferences just to name a few. The mother spoke badly of the father, and the father was only there when he had to be or vice-versa. I praise the Lord for putting me in a family where love and respect was the norm, and going to church on Sunday wasnít forced, but was encouraged.
As I grew older and was raising a family of my own, I realized there was something missing in my life. I didnít know what it was, but I knew something was lacking. At the very first revival service I ever attended Bill Rudd, an evangelist, gave a message that reached right down into my heart. When the altar call was given, I was on my knees confessing all my sins, and asking Godís forgiveness. I prayed that Jesus would dwell in my heart and be my Savior. A feeling of love, joy, and peace that I had never known came over me. I felt liberated and born again. Halleluiah!
As time went on, my faith grew stronger. I read the Bible and had fellowship with other Christians. Little did I know that I was about to face a trial that would challenge my walk with the Lord. One February morning, I awoke having difficulties walking. My right leg seemed heavy and weak; my vision was blurred, my peripheral vision was compromised, and my speech was slurred. I tried to ignore the symptoms, but they got worse. My husband called the doctor, who directed me to go to the Emergency Room. I was admitted to the hospital and referred to a neurologist.
He ran many tests, including an EEG, Evoked Potentials, a CAT Scan, and a Xenon Test. An ophthalmologist was called in to check my eyes. The diagnosis was Multiple Sclerosis. My right leg was paralyzed, and I was told I had a permanent neurological deficit. I was confined to a wheelchair for nearly 14 months. During that time, I had physical therapy three days a week. All those months of physical therapy paid off. I was able to walk short distances using forearm crutches. Then I just need a cane for assistance, but used my electric scooter for distances. It's January, 2005 now, and I am facing new challenges. My MS has progressed the past year. I'm homebound now, but keep busy making Christian graphics, reading, and solving word puzzles. In October, 2004, I was diagnosed with early Parkinson's disease. God's grace continues to see me through the difficult times. I rejoice in those days when symptoms are calm. Thank you, Jesus!
At first, I was diagnosed with remitting/relapsing MS. In 2005, my diagnosis was changed to secondary progressive MS. Because He Lives, I am able to lead a victorious life. There are so many things to be grateful for and so many miracles in my life. How can I complain? Iíve been blessed with a loving husband, 2 daughters, 2 precious granddaughters, 3 loving supportive brothers and their families, and many wonderful online friends. Every breath I take is a miracle, every impulse that travels from my brain to my nerves and onto my muscles is a miracle, the blood coursing through my circulatory system is a miracle, every image that bounces off my optic nerve is a miracle, and every sound wave that vibrates off my auditory nerve is a miracle. The list goes on, and the miracles are too numerous to list. The only thing in life that is a constant is that God was, is, and always will be available to me.
God is so good. He promised to never leave me nor forsake me, and He never has. You, too, can have a victorious life. All you have to do is confess your sins, repent, and ask Jesus to come into your heart. It sounds easy, so simple, but you must confess ALL your sins. God sees everything. Thereís nothing you can hide from Him. If you are lost and need someone to help you through the rough times, won't you consider making Jesus your Savior? I can promise you that your life will change, and you'll never be alone again.
On August 5th, 2006, a dear childhood friend called to pray with me. Lynne had been praying with me over the
years. She always said, "Sissie", my nickname, "God is going to heal you." I always agreed because he told
me he would. I believe that death is a healing also. That night I went to bed struggling just to walk from
my livingtoom to the bedroom just getting into bed was a major trial. My legs felt so heavy and it took all
the strength I could gather to get into bed and pull the covers over me. I got up at 1am, as was usual, to
make my first trek to the bathroom. I think I must have walked in my sleep. LOL I got back into bed. At
3, I made my next trek to the bathroom. Getting back into bed, I vaguely recall not having as much trouble
pulling my legs into the bed, but then I went right back to sleep. When I awoke at 5am to begin my new day, I
moved my legs off the bed and stood up with no difficulty at all. What was happening? PRAISE THE LORD! I
was healed of both the MS and the Parkinson's. I pushed my walker aside and walked into the livingroom with
a steady gait and standing straight. Bob wanted to know what happened. I told him God healed me. I was
so happy and praising the Lord. Bob said he thought I might be in remission again. When I told him Parkin-
son's Disease doesn't go into remission, he told me not to get too excited.
God never leaves anything to chance.
The next day, Monday, August 7th., I was scheduled for my 6 months' check-up with my neurologist. When he
came into the examining room, I was sitting on the examining table. I had always been in a wheelchair before.
Of course he wanted to know what was happening, and I gleefully told him I was healed. He wanted to know who healed me, and without hesitation, I told him God healed me. He wrote something on my chart and performed a neurological exam. When he was finished he laid my chart on the table behind him, He faced me and said you have a normal neurological exam today, but then I already knew that. He told me I was in remission.
When I questioned him about the Parkinson's Disease, he said, "I'll see you in 6 months." and left the room.
My neurologist is a Muslim. Now when I see him once a year, we don't even talk about MS or Parkinson's.
GOD IS SO GOOD!
In March of 2010, Bob was
diagnosed with Frontal Lobe Dementia. He had to relinquish his driver's license, because he was getting
lost. He did so without any prodding from me. As time passes, I see the changes this condition is making.
Frontal Lobe Dementia symptoms include: apathy, poor social judgment, and bizarre behavior. It's so hard watching him go through this. He is still aware of what is happening. I praise God for the 47 years we've
been married. Writing this has been so much more difficult than I ever thought it would be. If it wasn't
for Christ in my life it would be unbearable.
It's 2011 now, Bob's Dementia is
progressing slowly. He is still aware that he has Dementia, and it makes him very angry, but he continues
to read his Bible everyday. Praise the Lord!Please visit my other pages. May God bless you and yours!
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