REMARKABLE AND UNBELIEVABLE INSTANT TRANSFORMATION
T. Wieland Allen
I used to marvel at the story in the Bible about Saul who met the resurrected Jesus on the road to Damascas and immediately became a new creature in his spirit, soul and body with the new name of Paul. The fact that he had harassed, abused and even killed Christians in his vocation didn't keep God from completely transforming him supernaturally and using him in a mighty way to bring the Gentiles into the body of Christ.
In my early marriage to my husband, Stephen Allen was a drunkard and often proud of it. That demon of drunkenness created havoc in our marriage, in our finances, in the lives of our children and in our family life. Our children and I lived in hell on earth but to the outside world we looked like the ideal family because we hid the abuse and Stephen's intense anger that caused us to walk on eggshells, constantly fearing his outbursts for every little infraction of his ideals and expectations of us. We lived many, many years in that horrible hell.
Eventually, however, Stephen had a miraculous encounter with Jesus Christ also, like Paul, and his story is worth telling. The most marvelous part of the story is that I had nothing to do with the miracle, I just prayed hours a day in the intercessory language of the Holy Spirit, praying for peace in our lives. The prayers of the Holy Spirit in His prayer language was my retreat from the reality of the hell in which I lived.
First I must tell you that My salvation from the hell of living with a drunkard was that I had heard about experiencing the reality of God by being baptized in the Holy Spirit and that the experience was still for today, hearing about it from a well known and respected weather man in a large city adjacent to us. That weather man named Don Woods had sent to me a book on the baptism in the Holy Spirit with the evidence of praying in tongues after I heard him and his wife Jane speak at a small church gathering. The book was written by a married couple who were Episcopalians, like Stephen and me. I read the book and recognized that it related to the power of God of which I had read in the Bible but had never heard that it was real for today. The story in that book and the joyful lives of Jane and Don Woods convinced Me that the power of God through the Holy Spirit was what I needed to combat the emotional and verbal abuse, the harassment and the constant fear in which our children and I lived.
After consuming the thrilling book about being baptized in the Holy Spirit, I did what was suggested in the book. I asked God to baptize me in his Holy Spirit and sure enough I began to pray in a heavenly language, one I had never heard before. I was fascinated, but in a few days I stopped praying in the language of God, even though I was constantly reading the Bible while Stephen was at work.
One day while we were visiting my parents at Christmas time I was observing our young nephews Jimmy and John playing on the floor with their toys amidst the wrappings. I saw the youngest boy, who was still a toddler, engrossed in something else while his toys laid on the ground. As I looked closer, he was playing with a piece of cellophane tape that he had evidently pealed off of some wrapping. He was transferring it from one finger to another as it stuck on his fingers, totally engrossed in the tape. As I observed his purchased toys lying on the floor while he played with a piece of tape, the thought came to my mind that I was doing the same thing with a gift that had been given to me, a gift for which Jesus Christ had been crucified so that I would receive the gift of the Holy Spirit to come live inside of Me with His prayer language. I had shoved God's gift to me aside also by stopping praying in the Holy Spirit, just like our toddler nephew was doing with the tape while his gifts from his parents laid on the floor.
Needless to say, after that experience with our nephews I began to pray every day after I sent Stephen off to work and our children off to school. The more I prayed, the more powerful faith in God began to grow inside of me, the belief that God had a better plan for our lives. Little did I know that it involved an almost unbelievable miracle. Unfortunately, Steve's drunkenness became more frequent and his anger became more intense. Consequently the hell in our lives became more destructive.
My spiritual friends constantly advised me to leave tracts around for Stephen to read or to invite him to attend charismatic prayer meetings with me. I knew that if I did all of that, that more and maybe even worse anger would erupt, which I feared. Every time I prayed I told God that I didn't want a green apple, that I wanted a ripe, sweet apple when my prayers were answered and that I was willing to be patient until that happened. I prayed hours and hours at a time, not knowing what was happening in the spiritual world around me at the time. I was just enjoying the gift that God had given to me.
At Christmastime Stephen was in the habit of attending the after office Christmas parties of his attorney friends. Alcohol flowed freely at those parties. Stephen, of course, was invited to all of the parties because of his charming and entertaining personality. He was the life of every party. His habit was to return home often while drinking at any time from 1:00 a.m. to 4:00 a.m. However, after one particular Christmas party that year he had called me after work and told me that he would be home at midnight. I didn't believe him because he was never in control of his actions after he started drinking. I spent hours and hours that night praying for him because he had previously wrecked his best friend's car while he was out in the wee small hours of the night doing whatever it was he always did. That friend was his banker, so no report was made to the authorities, I guess. I was concerned the night of the Christmas party that if he did the same thing that he might kill someone, so I prayed all night until 5:00 a.m. and then I went to bed. He had not arrived home yet.
I woke with a start at 7:00 a.m. knowing that Stephen had to be in court that day to work so I ran downstairs to see if his car was in the driveway since he had not come to bed. When I walked into the sunroom of our home, I observed him passed out in his recliner but his car was nowhere to be seen. Later he told me that he had gotten so drunk that someone had brought him home and placed him in the recliner and then left. He had no idea who did that good deed.
As I looked at Stephen passed out in the recliner, I was overcome with the love of God for him because he was so pitiful, his being a drunk with an important position in the legal system, but he was completely enslaved by alcohol. Instead of getting mad at him, I gently woke him and told him to shower and change clothes while I fixed breakfast for him. I started cooking a good breakfast for him, assuming he didn't eat during the partying the night before, only having consumed vast amounts of alcohol, as was his habit.
Stephen came into the kitchen after showering and told me that he didn't have time to eat breakfast because he had to walk downtown to find his car. He had no idea where it was. It was a cold winter morning, but he insisted on walking to find his car. Downtown was at least two miles away. He said he needed to walk. I didn't know why but later I found out.
Much later he told me that he had called out to God on that cold walk downtown and told God that there had to be a better way to live than what he was living. We were Mr. and Mrs. Church, involved in every facet of the church, but he was completely consumed with a dependency on alcohol and our family was ruled by that demon who enslaved Stephen, and through him it had enslaved the family.
Stephen found his car and tried very hard for the next few months to refuse the call of the demon of alcohol but was powerless under its enticements. I just kept praying in the Holy Spirit for hours and hours every day and poured the love of God onto him, knowing the struggle that was going on inside of himself.
After a few months it happened, the culmination of all of those hours of my praying in the Holy Spirit for Stephen, and it was miraculous. He was at his office in the federal courthouse and an attorney friend named Al called him because they both were knowledgeable about a mutual friend who had marriage problems. His attorney friend named Al said that they needed to talk about how to help their friend Mike, as if they had no problems themselves. They were two drunks trying to fix another one. So his attorney friend came to pick up Stephen at the federal building and they drove around for about two hours in Al's car trying to figure out how to help their friend Mike with his marriage problems. It was the blind leading the blind, two drunkards trying to help another person. But, it was all part of God's plan.
After they drove around for about two hours without mutually finding any real solution to Mike's problems, Stephen told his attorney friend Al that he guessed that Mike needed to turn his life over to Jesus Christ like Stephen had. Then Stephen looked around to see who had said it. When Stephen realized that he, himself, had said that astounding confession without intending to say it, he started crying in front of his friend Al while they were in Al's car. Needless to say, his friend Al hurriedly drove Stephen back to the federal building and let him off at his office after Stephen apologized for crying so uncontrollably.
Stephen immediately called me on his office phone and told me what had happened. When he told me that he had said he had turned his life over to Jesus Christ he started crying again on the phone and in the midst of the sobs he asked me what that meant, because in the Episcopal church that term is neither discussed nor is it ever talked about. Salvation in that church is believed to happen when a person is baptized as a baby. Stephen was sobbing as he asked me on the phone if I knew when He had turned his life over to Jesus Christ. He started sobbing even more when I told him that he had just done it when he made that confession in Al's car because he had confessed Jesus Christ as his Savior. I told him that we would discuss it when he came home that evening. Somehow I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was not going to the clubs to drink that night after work.
While we talked later about his confession to his friend Al and the glorious events of that afternoon, it came to me that he needed to seal his conversion experience. There was a couple of speakers I had heard about who were speaking the next night in a nearby town and I asked Stephen if he would like to go hear them. He miraculously said yes. I kept thinking, "God, how in the world did you do this?" My prayers had been answered but it was in such a miraculous way that I had trouble believing it. I had never heard of a person professing to have turned his life over to Jesus Christ without intending to do it.
We had children who needed adult supervision while we left town to hear the speakers, and God prepared that part of the miraculous story, too. There was a student from ORU who was helping with the youth at our church and he had eaten lunch with us after church a few times. That young man called me the night Stephen made his confession to his friend. The young man said that was coming to our town the next day and asked if he could spend the night at our house before his Sunday meeting with the youth at the church. God miraculously provided the sitter for our children without my even asking Him. It was all part of God's plan.
We went to the meeting of the evangelist husband and wife the next night in a city about two hours drive away. There was glorious praise and worshipful singing while we found a seat, and every time I opened my eyes and peeked at Stephen he had his hands in the air praising God and crying like a baby. My husband was a changed man. I was crying, too, at the miraculous event in Stephen's life. His having never heard a salvation message, never hearing about the need to turn his life over to Jesus Christ, he did that very thing with no inner desire to do it. It was an absolute miracle!
During the meeting of the evangelist couple they asked for people to come up for prayer who wanted to be free of dependency on alcohol and tobacco. Stephen told me he would like to go up for prayer if I would go with him. I was still thinking, "God, how did you do this?" I did go, and a minister prayed for him. He neither smoked another cigarette nor drank another drop of alcohol the rest of his life. He was miraculously, supernaturally changed from the inside
After a short Bible teaching at the meeting the ministers asked for anyone who wanted to be baptized in the Holy Spirit to come to the front. Stephen asked me what that was about. I didn't have time to explain so I told him that he might as well go up and get the whole ball of wax that God had for him. I was still in shock at the events that were happening. Here was a man who always make fun of signs that said that Jesus saves. Here he was, saved in a miraculous way, and going alone without me to the front of the meeting to receive another gift from God. He prayed with the evangelist to be baptized in the Holy Spirit with the evidence of speaking in tongues and God gave him a double portion of his gifts. Stephen came back to where I was seated and told me that all of the people up there were praying in beautiful languages but his language sounded like a retarded gorilla. I told him that it was a beautiful language and the devil was trying to nullify in his mind the miracle that had just happened to him.
At the hotel the next morning I woke and saw Stephen sitting on the edge of the bed in his pajamas with the Gideon Bible from the hotel in his hands. He was crying tears of joy again and said to me, "Listen to this: 'God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son so that anyone who believed in Him would not perish but would have eternal life.' " Amidst his sobs he said it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. He asked me if I had ever heard that scripture before. Of course I had many, many times, but it was the first time that Stephen had really heard it that it meant anything to him because the Holy Spirit was giving him joy from having experienced the events that that very scripture promised.
Our lives changed dramatically, of course. Stephen apologized to me and our children for being such an abusive, horrible person and we forgave him. One evening soon after his conversion experience the devil tried to get him enslaved again to cigarettes by a strong temptation. Stephen asked me what to do. The Holy Spirit told me that we needed to pray in the Holy Spirit's prayer language together, which we had never done, and He said that the temptation would leave. We prayed together for the first time and in a few seconds, sure enough, the temptation left him, never to return. From that day forth we prayed together on every occasion in the Holy Spirit and we experienced the love and joy of the Lord in every minute of our lives.
Stephen became a new creation in Christ Jesus in the twinkling of an eye. He became a new person instantly before my very eyes and it was God's doing completely. He had never heard a salvation message, had never read the Bible, had never heard the phrase "turn your life over to Jesus," yet he did it without intending to do it. The liturgical church, to which we belonged, does not teach about salvation. They only teach about doing good works for the church.
Over and over again after his conversion I kept asking God how He did it so miraculously because I had never heard of anyone turning his or her life over to Jesus Christ without intending to do it. Much later God told me that it was the hours and hours and hours of my praying in His prayer language of the Holy Spirit that the entire scenario was planned, set up and performed by the Holy Spirit. I had no idea that it was happening in the spiritual realm before it happened in the earth. I just knew that I needed to use the gift that God had given to me, as revealed years before when I had observed my two nephews playing on the floor, with the younger toddler playing with the cellophane tape instead of the newly bought toys. When God instructed Me to pray in the gift of the prayer language of the Holy Spirit that he had given to me instead of playing church, that is what I started doing, never dreaming that Our Father had miraculous plans for Stephen and my lives together in absolute unity with God.
Every conversion is spectacular. Because the devil had such a strong hold on Stephen's life, he needed a miraculous conversion experience. He had one and he told his story many times at churches, retreats and to individuals. In fact, about two months after Stephen's miraculous conversion he didn't come home after court like he had always done after his conversion. My faith in him was not fully developed yet and the thought came to my mind, "Well, it didn't last. There he is again going out to drink again with his drinking buddies."
In a couple of hours he called me from his office and said, "You'll never believe who I just spent two hours giving my testimony to." Sheepishly I asked him who it was. He told me that a senator acquaintance who had heard about Stephen's new spiritual life-change and the senator had come to his office wanting to hear all about it. He had given that senator his entire story beginning with the night he couldn't find his car after a drunken episode all the way to his being baptized in the Holy Spirit, to which the senator was delighted with his new life. I have to admit that I had no faith in Stephen that night but I still had faith in God.
Stephen's story needs to be told again and again so I decided to write it down so that it will live in posterity. It's worth hearing. I hope it was worth your reading it.
When God has permission from us, he gives us ripe, sweet fruit that endures forever. He did it for Stephen and me and he will do it for you.
Praying in God's Holy Spirit's gift of His supernatural prayer language accomplishes what God desires in the lives of everyone who dedicates themselves to praying. I just sat in my bedroom and prayed for hours at a time and God did the work. A person cannot pray for hours in his or her natural earthly language. Only with the Holy Spirit's prayer language is it possible. The scriptures say that we have the treasure of the Holy Spirit in earthen bodies so that the miraculous works of God will be of Him and not of us. I will praise God forever for doing the miracle. All I had to do was pray.
Isn't that absolutely marvelous!!!!!!! It's still a wonderful miracle to me and everyone who hears it. I hope it thrilled you, too.
What He did for us, he will do for you. You just need to ask God to baptize you in His Holy Spirit. Jesus said that if people, being evil, know how to give good gifts to their children, how much more will the Heavenly Father give the Holy
Spirit to everyone who asks Him.
Like I said, He did it for me and He will do it for you. It is through God's Holy Spirit living inside of you that precipitates all of your prayers being answered.
I saw a man change from a drunkard to a loving son of God in the twinkling of an eye by merely confessing that he had turned his life over to Jesus Christ.
It was an absolute miracle!
Thursday, December 12, 2019
Sunday, March 3, 2019
FOLLOWING THE MUSIC
FOLLOWING THE MUSIC
T. Wieland Allen
As we walk in this thing called life on earth, things can change quickly from the normal cadences of life and all of a sudden we are plunged into unfamiliar territory which can be either glorious or frightening. As we age, it seems like we can adjust to the changes more easily because we have experienced so many disruptions and eruptions in the many preceding years and we have found that the incidents did not kill us, although at the time there was an alarming fear that many of the incidents would be catastrophic.
I just walked though such a situation, but this time it was different, very different. First you must know the incidents which unfolded almost ceremoniously.
Four days ago I had noticed upon dressing for bed that my ankle and calf on my right leg was a little swollen, not dramatically, but the affected ankle and calf was a little larger than the left one. I was puzzled, but the next morning the swelling was gone. I had no pain in that leg. That's interesting, was my thought, so I ignored it.
The next evening, the same thing happened. My right ankle and calf was again slightly swollen, plus my right calf seemed warmer than my left one. I was puzzled, but since I had no pain I decided to give it another day before seeking medical help. The next morning the swelling was down and the ankle was almost equal in size to the left one. It was a strange situation, one I had never heard of. I surmised that maybe I had been bitten by a spider and could not locate the site of the actual bite, or it could be cellulitis, but there was still no pain, only the swelling and the feverish calf.
The next morning, a Thursday morn, did not duplicate the previous two mornings. In fact, I guess the swelling persisted throughout the night because in the morning my calf and ankle were still swollen, plus my calf seemed more feverish than the previous two days. I didn't have any anxiety about it, no fear or panic, just the realization that I needed to be diagnosed by a medical professional, surmising that it would take a simple fix for what seemed like a minor malady.
Was I ever wrong.
After eating my breakfast I made the decision to drive to the Urgent Care facility close to my house instead of going to my primary care physician whose office is 15 miles away. Realizing that I could be in and out of that good Urgent Care medical facility faster and then be on my way to complete three errands, I was at peace with the decision. My experience twice in the past two years had proved that I would get a good diagnosis at the Urgent Care and be on my way speedily.
Was I ever wrong about the time element.
It was 10:30 in the morning and I remembered that it was flu season and there were many people being diagnosed with the flu in our town, so I was surprised that there were only two patients in the waiting room. That Urgent Care facility was voted the most efficient in town and the doctor was voted the best doctor in emergency situations in our town, so I was lucky it wasn't crowded. It was only a few minutes before the nurse called me back to be examined by the doctor. A new physician greeted me and looked at my ankle and calf on my right leg, commenting that he needed to call in the other physician to also examine it, which he did. Dr. Shaun walked in, looked at my leg and said that he wanted me to have a sonogram on it to rule out a blood clot. He said for me to go to a cancer treatment center five blocks up the road and he would call ahead to alert the staff there so they would be ready to do the sonogram.
I drove to the cancer treatment place, walked right in, filled out the paperwork and was immediately called by the technician into the sonogram room where she did a very thorough examination on my entire right leg which took about 20 minutes.
When finished, the tech said that the attending doctor at the cancer clinic just happened to be in the building and she took the sonogram to his office to be examined by him. She said she would be back to tell me the results soon. I still had no panic, no anxiety, as if I were walking a path that had been peacefully prepared for me. The efficiency of the staffs at the two medical facilities was impeccable, for which I complimented them. It was reassuring to know I was in good hands.
The sonogram tech came back to the exam room and told me that I needed to go back to the Urgent Care facility and see Dr. Shaun for the results of the sonogram, which I did. I got in my car and drove the six blocks back to the Urgent Care facility, still with a sense of peace and tranquility which seemed to envelope me. I waited a few minutes in the waiting room and then was taken back to a conference room where Dr. Shaun entered in about five minutes and told me that I had a blood clot in my right leg and I needed to be immediately admitted to the hospital which was a block away. He informed me that there was no room available for me but the hospital was working to arrange a room for me, so he instructed me to go home, to put my leg up and wait for his office to call and let me know that the hospital had a room ready for me.
I left the Urgent Care, got in my car and wondered why I was so tranquil and peaceful when I had just heard such bad news. While driving to my house, I got a text from the Urgent Care facility, so I pulled over and read it, which said for me to turn around and get to the hospital immediately, which I did. I pulled into the front parking lot of the hospital, parked the car, began to get out of the car but remembered that there was a big hill that I had to climb to get to the entrance to the hospital. Since my leg had begun to hurt a little since the sonogram, I decided to call my son who works a couple of miles from the hospital, arrange for him to pick me up in the parking lot of the hospital, take me to the entrance and then park his car before meeting me at the admissions room. I texted him, told him I was being admitted to the hospital with a blood clot in my leg and asked him to meet me in the parking lot. He didn't question me; instead said he would be there in ten minutes, which he was. As God's orchestration had planned, he had just returned from an early lunch.
These words came to my mind, "It's called God's orchestration, and you are merely following the music." I looked at my watch and it was 12:02, an hour and a half since I had walked into the Urgent Care facility. I had been to two medical facilities, been examined, had a sonogram, been back to Urgent Care and I was in the hospital in which a room had already been assigned to me. It was as if time had stopped and I was walking a path that had been carefully laid out by God.
It almost took longer to fill out the paperwork in the admissions office than the previous hour and a half at the two medical facilities. The kind woman in the admissions office got a wheelchair for me and escorted my son and me to my room on the third floor. Just as we exited the elevator on the third floor, the kind admissions woman said, "Well, look, there's your new doctor waiting for you at your room." She was as amazed as we were that there was a doctor waiting at my room for me, a cardiologist whom the Urgent Care doctor had called into the case. Following the music of God, the Great Conductor, was allowing me to experience a miracle every minute.
As she pushed me down the wing, the cardiologist, met us halfway, called my name and asked if that was me. I said yes, and he told me to go ahead into my room and he would be right back because he had to sign in at the nurses' desk. The admissions lady was still in shock that a new doctor had met me at my hospital room instead of my having to wait for him for hours and maybe an entire day. In the room she allowed me to get out of the wheelchair and sit in a chair. As she exited the room, she said, "I know that Jesus is going to give you peace while you are here." I replied that yes, He already has and I told her that I know Him well. She was thrilled with my statement.
It was 1:30, only three hours since I walked into the Urgent Care facility to be examined for what I thought might be an insect or spider bite and there I was with a diagnosis of a blood clot in my leg, and the protocol for the hospital treatment was already in the computers. It was a miracle after a miracle, after another miracle and after more miracles.
How Our Heavenly Father did it, I'll never know the steps by steps until I get to heaven. However, that night after I conferred with the doctor about the protocol which would happen at the hospital, after I had an IV hooked up, after I had a shot in my stomach and was settled in for the night, I asked Our Father how it was all orchestrated so perfectly even before I knew what the problem was.
Immediately the scripture came to mind, "Pray for one another so that you might be healed." Then these words came to my mind, "Because you have interceded so diligently for so many other people for so many hours and so many days lately, I orchestrated these miracles for you through your intercessory prayers also, as well as sending solutions to problems for the people for whom you were praying."
That is what He meant in that scripture when He caused it to be written in His Book, that when we pray in the Holy Spirit's intercessory prayers, if there is any evil assault planned by the devil for us, Our Powerful Father speaks the solution to our problems out as well as the solutions to the problems of the people for whom we are praying.
What a wonderful, efficient orchestra conductor He is. I witnessed His perfect orchestration in my behalf to supernaturally and speedily get me into the hospital where they know how to treat the problem because He has trained the physicians with His wisdom also through medical schools.
No one else could do that kind of supernatural intervention in the life of one of His children, no one except a Loving Father.
My mind is still in awe of Him, but I lived it and I witnessed it. It was the actions of a Wonderful Father who loves His children and meets our needs before we even know what the need is. That is what is so magnificent about it. He said he knows our needs before we do. He can only meet our needs when we pray; and the most powerful prayers are spoken when we pray in the Holy Spirit because they are God's solution to our needs and problems.
These miracles are even more powerful reminders to Me to pray in the Spirit at all times as led by Him. After following the music of His orchestration, I understand His will in a deeper way. Praying in the Holy Spirit brings heaven to earth with all of its excellence.
His prayers and His praise will continually be in my mouth. I hope this testimony brings praises to your mouth, too, so that you will pray in the Holy Spirit at all times and in all places which meet the needs of people in the earth.
T. Wieland Allen
As we walk in this thing called life on earth, things can change quickly from the normal cadences of life and all of a sudden we are plunged into unfamiliar territory which can be either glorious or frightening. As we age, it seems like we can adjust to the changes more easily because we have experienced so many disruptions and eruptions in the many preceding years and we have found that the incidents did not kill us, although at the time there was an alarming fear that many of the incidents would be catastrophic.
I just walked though such a situation, but this time it was different, very different. First you must know the incidents which unfolded almost ceremoniously.
Four days ago I had noticed upon dressing for bed that my ankle and calf on my right leg was a little swollen, not dramatically, but the affected ankle and calf was a little larger than the left one. I was puzzled, but the next morning the swelling was gone. I had no pain in that leg. That's interesting, was my thought, so I ignored it.
The next evening, the same thing happened. My right ankle and calf was again slightly swollen, plus my right calf seemed warmer than my left one. I was puzzled, but since I had no pain I decided to give it another day before seeking medical help. The next morning the swelling was down and the ankle was almost equal in size to the left one. It was a strange situation, one I had never heard of. I surmised that maybe I had been bitten by a spider and could not locate the site of the actual bite, or it could be cellulitis, but there was still no pain, only the swelling and the feverish calf.
The next morning, a Thursday morn, did not duplicate the previous two mornings. In fact, I guess the swelling persisted throughout the night because in the morning my calf and ankle were still swollen, plus my calf seemed more feverish than the previous two days. I didn't have any anxiety about it, no fear or panic, just the realization that I needed to be diagnosed by a medical professional, surmising that it would take a simple fix for what seemed like a minor malady.
Was I ever wrong.
After eating my breakfast I made the decision to drive to the Urgent Care facility close to my house instead of going to my primary care physician whose office is 15 miles away. Realizing that I could be in and out of that good Urgent Care medical facility faster and then be on my way to complete three errands, I was at peace with the decision. My experience twice in the past two years had proved that I would get a good diagnosis at the Urgent Care and be on my way speedily.
Was I ever wrong about the time element.
It was 10:30 in the morning and I remembered that it was flu season and there were many people being diagnosed with the flu in our town, so I was surprised that there were only two patients in the waiting room. That Urgent Care facility was voted the most efficient in town and the doctor was voted the best doctor in emergency situations in our town, so I was lucky it wasn't crowded. It was only a few minutes before the nurse called me back to be examined by the doctor. A new physician greeted me and looked at my ankle and calf on my right leg, commenting that he needed to call in the other physician to also examine it, which he did. Dr. Shaun walked in, looked at my leg and said that he wanted me to have a sonogram on it to rule out a blood clot. He said for me to go to a cancer treatment center five blocks up the road and he would call ahead to alert the staff there so they would be ready to do the sonogram.
I drove to the cancer treatment place, walked right in, filled out the paperwork and was immediately called by the technician into the sonogram room where she did a very thorough examination on my entire right leg which took about 20 minutes.
When finished, the tech said that the attending doctor at the cancer clinic just happened to be in the building and she took the sonogram to his office to be examined by him. She said she would be back to tell me the results soon. I still had no panic, no anxiety, as if I were walking a path that had been peacefully prepared for me. The efficiency of the staffs at the two medical facilities was impeccable, for which I complimented them. It was reassuring to know I was in good hands.
The sonogram tech came back to the exam room and told me that I needed to go back to the Urgent Care facility and see Dr. Shaun for the results of the sonogram, which I did. I got in my car and drove the six blocks back to the Urgent Care facility, still with a sense of peace and tranquility which seemed to envelope me. I waited a few minutes in the waiting room and then was taken back to a conference room where Dr. Shaun entered in about five minutes and told me that I had a blood clot in my right leg and I needed to be immediately admitted to the hospital which was a block away. He informed me that there was no room available for me but the hospital was working to arrange a room for me, so he instructed me to go home, to put my leg up and wait for his office to call and let me know that the hospital had a room ready for me.
I left the Urgent Care, got in my car and wondered why I was so tranquil and peaceful when I had just heard such bad news. While driving to my house, I got a text from the Urgent Care facility, so I pulled over and read it, which said for me to turn around and get to the hospital immediately, which I did. I pulled into the front parking lot of the hospital, parked the car, began to get out of the car but remembered that there was a big hill that I had to climb to get to the entrance to the hospital. Since my leg had begun to hurt a little since the sonogram, I decided to call my son who works a couple of miles from the hospital, arrange for him to pick me up in the parking lot of the hospital, take me to the entrance and then park his car before meeting me at the admissions room. I texted him, told him I was being admitted to the hospital with a blood clot in my leg and asked him to meet me in the parking lot. He didn't question me; instead said he would be there in ten minutes, which he was. As God's orchestration had planned, he had just returned from an early lunch.
These words came to my mind, "It's called God's orchestration, and you are merely following the music." I looked at my watch and it was 12:02, an hour and a half since I had walked into the Urgent Care facility. I had been to two medical facilities, been examined, had a sonogram, been back to Urgent Care and I was in the hospital in which a room had already been assigned to me. It was as if time had stopped and I was walking a path that had been carefully laid out by God.
It almost took longer to fill out the paperwork in the admissions office than the previous hour and a half at the two medical facilities. The kind woman in the admissions office got a wheelchair for me and escorted my son and me to my room on the third floor. Just as we exited the elevator on the third floor, the kind admissions woman said, "Well, look, there's your new doctor waiting for you at your room." She was as amazed as we were that there was a doctor waiting at my room for me, a cardiologist whom the Urgent Care doctor had called into the case. Following the music of God, the Great Conductor, was allowing me to experience a miracle every minute.
As she pushed me down the wing, the cardiologist, met us halfway, called my name and asked if that was me. I said yes, and he told me to go ahead into my room and he would be right back because he had to sign in at the nurses' desk. The admissions lady was still in shock that a new doctor had met me at my hospital room instead of my having to wait for him for hours and maybe an entire day. In the room she allowed me to get out of the wheelchair and sit in a chair. As she exited the room, she said, "I know that Jesus is going to give you peace while you are here." I replied that yes, He already has and I told her that I know Him well. She was thrilled with my statement.
It was 1:30, only three hours since I walked into the Urgent Care facility to be examined for what I thought might be an insect or spider bite and there I was with a diagnosis of a blood clot in my leg, and the protocol for the hospital treatment was already in the computers. It was a miracle after a miracle, after another miracle and after more miracles.
How Our Heavenly Father did it, I'll never know the steps by steps until I get to heaven. However, that night after I conferred with the doctor about the protocol which would happen at the hospital, after I had an IV hooked up, after I had a shot in my stomach and was settled in for the night, I asked Our Father how it was all orchestrated so perfectly even before I knew what the problem was.
Immediately the scripture came to mind, "Pray for one another so that you might be healed." Then these words came to my mind, "Because you have interceded so diligently for so many other people for so many hours and so many days lately, I orchestrated these miracles for you through your intercessory prayers also, as well as sending solutions to problems for the people for whom you were praying."
That is what He meant in that scripture when He caused it to be written in His Book, that when we pray in the Holy Spirit's intercessory prayers, if there is any evil assault planned by the devil for us, Our Powerful Father speaks the solution to our problems out as well as the solutions to the problems of the people for whom we are praying.
What a wonderful, efficient orchestra conductor He is. I witnessed His perfect orchestration in my behalf to supernaturally and speedily get me into the hospital where they know how to treat the problem because He has trained the physicians with His wisdom also through medical schools.
No one else could do that kind of supernatural intervention in the life of one of His children, no one except a Loving Father.
My mind is still in awe of Him, but I lived it and I witnessed it. It was the actions of a Wonderful Father who loves His children and meets our needs before we even know what the need is. That is what is so magnificent about it. He said he knows our needs before we do. He can only meet our needs when we pray; and the most powerful prayers are spoken when we pray in the Holy Spirit because they are God's solution to our needs and problems.
These miracles are even more powerful reminders to Me to pray in the Spirit at all times as led by Him. After following the music of His orchestration, I understand His will in a deeper way. Praying in the Holy Spirit brings heaven to earth with all of its excellence.
His prayers and His praise will continually be in my mouth. I hope this testimony brings praises to your mouth, too, so that you will pray in the Holy Spirit at all times and in all places which meet the needs of people in the earth.
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