I'd like to testify, although God needs nothing from me...
Recently I got Leishmaniasis. Some vector, like any mosquito, bit me
recently and, by the moment I went to the doctors, two of them just
gave me antibiotics, and that was not the way to fight against this
in my leg.
I haven't received the specific treatment yet. Some preliminary tests
have been done and the suspected illness has been confirmed:
Leishmaniasis in left leg.
Last night I was worried (upset, in fact). I didn't know where to go,
I didn't know what to do, so I wrote my short prayer in my mind and
left a little part of my concern on God's good will...
In the morning I wanted to run to find a quick answer. I could have
gone to a well known hospital in the downtown, but I stayed near my
PC and started to work on some things I had pending.
I did wrong (now I know it) but I was worried not knowing what to do.
Have you been like that?
I briefly asked God some direction on where to go and what to do,
while I was walking.
Loudly I prayed before crossing the first avenue on the unknown way
where I started to walk. I had no idea where my steps would lead me,
but I could not be stopped doing it. Then I asked God for His help
and, when meeting motorcyclist driving, I asked Him to be protected
from those drivers I hate for some reason I won't mention here...
I went to one emergency hospital. Then I walked to another near the
first one... Soon I went to another on the same direction and founded
out none would be of great help.
When I turned back to my mother's house, I stopped to check if any of
these firsts could serve me to have some blood tests. The first
hospital I have visited was the only of those medical centers enabled
to help me. There I received some hope and, I knew if I had enough
money in my pocket, I could pay for many of those tests (but they
were 17 blood tests).
To be assured I was doing the best thing I went and passed by some
private clinics, just to see prices and how these things could be
done... There were too many people. I hate long lines, so I left.
Two days before, I received some directions I considered coming from
God (I use to keep some tracks of certain CIRCUNSTANCES).
I wasn't in the mood of asking my family to help me. My mother, my
suster and brothers know I'm in need of help and, in fact, I seldom
asked them for it. I rather like asking God for HIS. He will never
give you a thing to remind you He was the giver.
I walked several more blocks to save time. The motor vehicle traffic
in Ccs is awful these days, so I wasn't in the mood of paying to be
largely sit inside a car -doing nothing- while it is stopped (or
packed) in the middle of any street or avenue.
I remembered my sister mentioned a hospital. She named it by name,
and I had a phone text message telling me she could have someone
working inside.
My sister is a very busy woman, so I walked alone to sort these
things out... (but I wasn't alone).
There I asked and did the right things and, getting the exact
information, I knew what I could do to get my blood texts taken for
free at the same day (which worths more that anything I could pay
later).
I saw a doctor and asked him what to do. I told him I am sick and
needed some blood tests... He was kind and was walking with a nice
looking woman, and he was willing to help (Thank
you, Lord! You
put both of them to help me on this way, as well as others).
I got the necessary papers and additional information. Otherwise, I
was limited to wait for more than 3 days.
In the emergency room I met some female doctors and told them my
case, just to receive their directions. Someone I don't know heard
me, and asked her boss a permission. She wrote down my list of blood
tests on a piece of paper for that hospital. You know how any
emergency room could be crowded, but God brought some peace there so
I would be effectively heard.
Four hours later I got personally those tests (which are within the
normal rate) so I had to thank God again and those two doctors who
paid some useful attention to my request (Her names be blessed too,
God!).
I'm not used to pray long minutes or hours. I don't think it wise to
look after God at my personal convenience, but now I needed HIM and
someone else (those working inside the emergency room).
God saw who I am and how I feel when I had to go back to that
hospital I used to go in my childhood to be healed from respiratory
diseases I had (asthma).
He sees any who calls on HIS name, particularly, with a sincere heart
(not for selfish conveniences).
These sores remind me my grandma, my dad and Lazarus' life. Can you
imagine him bleeding, being licked by dogs or having flies all
around? That's not my case! But I imagine a tired man, a person who
has given up.
I have thought on the kind of friends Lazarus could possibly have
had: Only dogs.
No real friends around, no job to depend on or reasons to rejoice.
Those sores were unfriendly and an ugly thing he had to face.
How many friends do you have when sick, poor and not healing?
Do they love you in a worst state?
I have seen some hermits! But those persons badly sick
don't even dare to open their eyes to breathe.
According to my view, the sick feel worst than us who are healthy.
Circumstances may be knocking at your door to talk and to teach you
something you have missed. It doesn't matter how rich or poor you are
at any moment, God is preparing you to be in a better place.
I myself am learning to depend on Him on a daily base. I'm jobless,
not retired, since 2000. When you get your money on a regular payment
you trust that income to live at ease, if you don't spend too much.
Money gives you some kind of confidence you'd better leave: Trust no
one, except God.
I wish I could hear His personal voice (This is one of those prayers
I keep on repeating). There were times when I prayed often, on a
regular Christian base, but I felt disappointing talking alone, so
now I write and my words remain.
I testify He is alive, He gives you some answers, but I wish He be
seen or heard.
He has helped me to live for more than 13 years. I work whenever He
gives me the chance to work for anyone, everywhere. I'm thankful
because I'm not enslaved with a job where I had to tie a necktie to
my borrowed time. I'm jobless but enabled to serve, to help and teach
others whenever it is required. So these circumstances are talking
instead of some of my foolish wishes.
Money makes someone to be proud, but pride is not a good friend to be
hold when you are weakly bossy or life has made you to be showy.
Money may speed up some earthly things, but real and spiritual ones
cannot be bought or completely gotten. It is a tool I have to leave
to be set free from its slavery: I can buy a medicine, but seldom
health.