Saturday started out to be a perfectly normal day….I went to the Farmer’s Market, bought some lovely veggies such as squash, and some fresh collards I wanted for a country bean and cornbread supper; a huge 35 lb watermelon that is to be cut up, refrigerated and savored all week. It was starting to get late July desert hot here in New Mexico by the time I headed out of the market, but I had to stop by the Community Garden and water the new plants before going home. Then, one last stop was to be at the Dollar General to pick up some odds and ends so I wouldn’t have to do any more shopping for the weekend. It was after I went into the DG that the chest pains started. I broke out in a sweat, and thinking somehow this might be a horrible case of heartburn, headed for the Pepto Bismol shelf, cracked it open and took a couple, then over to the check out aisle. The pain was getting worse and I started becoming annoyed at the lady ahead of me taking unnecessarily long checking out. The thought occurred to me that sometimes, we can try to just be too polite…maybe I should tell her and the checker I’m in serious pain and need to get through the line and out of there. But I didn’t.
Finally, and thankfully, I got out of there, and drove home, got in the door, and started taking the supplements for my hypertension I felt would help to take another dose of, because the Pepto sure wasn’t doing a thing to relief this pain. I began wondering then, should I call an ambulance? I knew what that was going to mean…a probably lengthy stay in the ER, getting checked out, which I hate. I’d been pleading the Blood of Jesus…and yes, I do believe in Divine healing having been healed many, many times over the years of various things, some of which were serious, and/or life threatening. But this time, I couldn’t seem to lay hold of that instant rebuke of the enemy…and felt that this time I needed to get this thing checked out. Strange…I’ve had these same attacks for at least 20 yrs, sometimes just when I was heading out the door to meet a friend for intercessory prayer. Or, sometimes, when I was just getting down on my knees in my own personal prayer closet. I’d always felt that the enemy was involved in these pain attacks. I always RESIST, just like the word says…but one time it was so bad, I did have my son take me into the ER from where we lived in the country, 15 miles from the hospital. After a ECG, as usual, they found nothing.
So, in any case, the pain was so severe by this time, I was having trouble getting my breath…….I decided to call an ambulance. I’m not big on suffering and pain, but it does take a lot for me to either call an ambulance or go into the ER. Long story short, after a period of time, a bunch of “blood letting” and several ECGS, it was decided I needed to go by ambulance to Las Cruces, a city 74 miles south.
So, arriving there, it had already been settled by the cardio doctors that I should have a Angiogram, (catheritization)…that’s where they run a scope up an incision in an artery in either your wrist, or your groin, and on up through your arteries as far as your heart to see if there are any blockages, and if there are, they place a stint in, and repair it on the spot. I usually have very little faith, or even need for modern medicine, but this time I felt this might be a good thing to do to rule out some potential problems and to at least see what the was causing these periodic pain attacks for the last 20 some odd years.
So, what was the end diagnosis or result? Nothing except my heart was good as were my arteries. I’m definitely no spring chicken so that was more than good news…it was unusual. Then what was causing these pain attacks? All the tests, the blood work and the Angiogram didn’t reveal anything…….so basically I don’t know, and the doctors don’t know either.
As a Christian, Spirit Filled and Baptized by Fire and the Holy Ghost, I do know the enemy has had it in for me since the get go…there have been times when I know he has come after me in various ways to cause pain, trouble, affliction, and so on. All of you who are Blood bought know how this works and the warfare we go through daily in various ways. There is a saying in the Christian camp…”If it was easy, everyone would be doing it”, and I think this is true. Unbelievers judge us, but they have no idea the difficulties and suffering we go through in this walk. But, by the same token, they have no idea, the blessedness, the wonder, and simply amazing relationship with the Almighty Reality, the Lord Jesus Christ, God and Creator of the Universe we have either.
Back home…pain free, loving the Lord, life, and fixing up my Country dinner from the Farmers Market produce, I realize how blessed I am every day of my life because I have Jesus and can trust in Him no matter what’s going on at the moment, even when it seems painful or bad…He’s there, holding my hand, never leaving me or forsaking me. He did say “ALL things, work for the good for those that love and serve the Lord”…and He’s not a liar, He said it and He means it. It’s about as simple as this….
1The LORD is my shepherd,
I shall not want.
2He makes me lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside quiet waters.
3He restores my soul;
He guides me in the paths of righteousness
For His name’s sake.
4Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I fear no evil, for You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
5You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You have anointed my head with oil;
My cup overflows.
6Surely goodness and lovingkindness will follow me all the days of my life,
And I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever. Psalm 23