Posted on 12/03/2020 5:40:40 AM PST by Patriot777
Because of the awesome grace of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, in His faithfulness to meet all our needs "...according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus our Lord and Savior. Amen!", my prayers and the prayers of my dear parents and others have been quickly answered.
My spouse was informed yesterday by their employer that a "much better" health insurance plan will go into effect for all employees starting in January 2021. Praise the Lord for His goodness! My dear love will finally be able to recify the main medical issues they suffer from, bless their heart.
This also means that when this occurs I will also be able to join on the new plan to provide secondary insurance, to whatever costs my basic Medicare kicks out or overages--including its my fervent hope for also dental and vision care.
"Arise and shine, for the light has come and the glory of the Lord has risen on thee."
I am very happy for you. And glad that you all of you will be covered better.
But God is great whether he answers your individual desires or not.
When we pray, God gives us strength to deal with this world and be closer to him and to be in this world, not of it.
many people’s prayers regarding health and other things will not be answered.
At least not in the way that they and you think.
Prayers give us strength and that kind of strength can help us move mountains.
If you found out later today that there was no upgraded health insurance, would you take back your thanks? Would you curse God?
I fear many think along your lines.
God is not Santa claus.
Again I am very happy for you and yours.
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Congratulations! Health costs can destroy you and your family, so you have truly been blessed.
Biden already fixing problems. /sarc
Both my parents suffer horribly from physical diseases and ailments, both in their early 80s. They have endured such agonies for decades. And, for decades, I have prayed earnestly for their healing. My father has underwent many operations and procedures, to no avail, while my mother finally got the victory over one disease—called M.A.C., via very strong antibiotics.
In grief I have asked The Lord why do they suffer so, and when will they ever be relieved of it? But never have I ever cursed The Lord God, Who is my Master and Savior.
He is Sovereign, and I have learned through experience and teaching that the answer is patience first, yes, and no, and very often, wait.
In January 2013 I began to feel very nauseous, and not one doctor could figure out why; every test any physician or specialist did, there simply were no answers. My gastroenterology specialist tried every medication but the nausea simply would not cease. And since he couldn’t figure it out, he decided to diagnose my condition as a “mind-body” something or another—because my mental health issues. He basically believed that it was all in my head, attention-getting, etc.
And thus, even after I had already suffered three months with this horiffic nausea, had not been able to consume food of any sort, and was force-feeding myself water and couldn’t even keep that down, April was spent as the previous months—lying on my right side in bed, losing 7.5 lbs a week as my body slowly starved to death. I had already been to the ER 10 times and had been admitted twice due to severe dehydration. I went through every stage that one goes through mentally as the body grows closer and closer to death, but prayed constantly for either healing, or to go home to be with The Lord. The last stage, bargaining, and then being resigned to my fate. But I was unafraid, for I knew Jesus would be the next Person I saw.
Finally, the gastroenterology doc called another doctor who was a specialist in gastric neurostimulatiom technology, and on April 25, 2013 I was diagnosed with Idiopathic Refractory Nausea, and the process was begun to plan my implant surgery. I struggled to stay alive until the date of my surgery—May 13, 2013.
Did I curse God in the midst of all of this? No. I spent many hours asking for forgiveness for any and every single thing I could remember doing wrong or wicked in His sight. I had no strength to cry, but inwardly I grieved intensely because of the intense physical throes of the unrelenting nausea.
Jesus, through this implant specialist, saved my life. Did He have to? No, for He is Sovereign; but His great love toward me not only gave my parents their child back, but gave me a second chance at life too.
Praise His Holy Name. And I always will.
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