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We are assured and know that [God being a partner in their labor] all things work together and are [fitting into a plan] for good to and for those who love God and are called according to [His] develop and purpose. Romans 8:28 (Amp)What I said. It shouldn't be the final outcome that the real about Best Teeth. You check this out article for information on that want to know is Best Teeth.
Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ,
Continuing to read from the mythical Book of William, lesson 1:7:
7And so it was that William was taken from the Gateway to a place where there was weeping and gnashing of teeth. Yet, yea verily, the Lord was with him and he was surrounded with laughter and mirth and love.
8Throughout the days that passed, true friends came calling to question of his well-being. Sacred songs were sung over him and gifts were received. There was praise and worship in the midst of brokenness.
9Beginning in these days also there were blessings from God and the nearnessy of the Holy Spirit.
10So, at last, William was sent forth from the place of earthly healing. And the Lord prolonged to work.
From the occasion He prompted me to pray from Romans 8:28, the Lord began to prove Himself to me time and again. In the crisis Room there were those dear friends-those brothers and sisters in Christ--who knew to keep things "light" because they know me.
In the middle of x-rays and examinations there was levity. And there was music.
The new taste of being strapped to a backboard--a legal requirement--was so confining to me I could feel panic rising in me. But then, Betsy, our Worship Leader, began to sing over me and with me. The words and music of "Hallelujah (He is Here)" from Hillsong filled the room and the Lord was with us. Then we sang "I Have A Hope", a song from Tommy Walker that I had learned only recently--which Chris and I had confessed as our own-completed the ministry of the Lord for the occasion and about which I've written a previous letter (click on the song title).
"Hallelujah (He is Here)" brought my heart's attentiveness to His constant presence. "I Have A Hope" was the response He wanted from me.
In all the activity, I was not always aware of the passage of time. Medication took me in and out of consciousness. Yet, I was continually aware of the nearnessy of God's citizen with me. When I ultimately was taken to my room (they tell me it was 2:00 Am), the party continued.
Attempting to take part in the festivities, I began to give my best Ozzy Osbourne imitation. (It was only later that I realized that I was sounding like him.) I tried to tell stories but, instead, would forget what I was talking about, would get too tired telling one, or would complete one and wonder what I had been talking about. My health produced slurred speech and an inability to form complete thoughts.
At least I was able to inadvertently bring laughter to those who had the patience to listen.
The remaining days of the seven I spent in the hospital brought the usual experiences: complete loss of appetite, sleep interrupted by nighttime healing "visitors", the same repeated questions by a parade of white coats, and drugs of all types on a regular basis (some even brought relief from pain!).
But God... (Don't you love it! This is one of my popular phrases in the Bible) in case,granted some breathtaking experiences as well. There were also those brothers and sisters in Christ who came to call, a prayer quilt which I still use and treasure, and the continual awareness of the nearnessy of the Lord.
One special event was the mini-worship aid conducted by the aforementioned worship leader Betsy and a group of special people. They recreated the praise and worship music - as well as the morning announcements (she even brought a bulletin) - I had missed on the Sunday morning after my admission on the previous Tuesday.
It has been my habit to get to church early enough on Sunday to catch at least part of the last exercise before the aid begins. Then, after attending the first aid and participating in the worship, I stay for the first part of the second aid to sing again. It is known-at least among some on the praise team--that I am sort of a "groupie."
Because of this routine (but I know it is generally because of the love in her heart for the Lord and for me) my sister-in-Christ surprised me (as well as my wife and the others who were present) with this special event. It was not a execution but, rather, a participatory time when we worshiped together. Not only did it touch my heart but the music spread to every person in the hospital wing and any came to the door to witness it for themselves.
Chris drove me home Tuesday night a week almost to the hour of the accident. My grown son had to almost lift me out of the car and into the house. The first month-through Christmas-was filled with movement on a healing walker. One special friend said of me, "Here come the 'Walkers'" when I approached and called me "Bill Walker-less" when I ultimately graduated to a cane.
At last, I was home. The words of Romans 8:28 had sustained me so far. I had been blessed and loved in the midst of adversity. And God would be true in the days to come.