It Can't End Like This
A few months ago my family was tested in a way it hadn’t been for quite some time. My healthy, vibrant, hardworking brother, suddenly fell ill. I received a call from his wife. Instantly, I could tell something was wrong. On the other end of the phone, frantic, she said, “we’re rushing Reese to the hospital, we’re not sure what’s going on!”
Shocked and confused, I stood there angrily questioning God. How could this be? The way my relationship with God is set up, I'm super honest with my thoughts and often charge him with His word. That day was no different. I told God, “This man has served you all his life, it can’t end like this!”
Days turned into night, and the doctors said: “There seems to be brain damage, and all his major organs are failing. We don’t know what this is." Wrack with pain, my brother started giving orders about planning his funeral.
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We all sat baffled.
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Nearly two weeks passed, my mom called and said your brother is a bit more coherent and he's now able to use the phone. Seeing some sign of life, we began to locate our hope. During the phone call, he told a friend to bring his keyboard to the hospital. Mom continued, “I’ve never once seen a keyboard being wheeled into an intensive care unit. They’re going to put us all out of here!” We laughed but still was unclear about what was happening to his deteriorating body.
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The doctors ran a plethora of test but were left puzzled at the results. Still, we didn’t know what was happening.
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Robed in hospital garb, the friend plugged the keyboard into the nearest power outlet. Once seeing this, Reese mustered a measure of strength to sit up on his bed. Painful to watch, he fumbled with his uncoordinated fingers onto the keyboard. With his slurred speech he began to mutter words that sounded something like this: “MY GOD IS A HEALER, MY GOD IS A HEALER!
Many days past before we could witness what the song truly meant for our family. But SURELY, as test after test was administered and he began to gain strength. Within days of this, those muttered words rang with truth, OUR GOD WAS HEALER!
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Every report of damage to the brain and other major organs has been defied! OUR GOD IS A HEALER! My brother is home with his family and stronger than ever!
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You may not have physical pain like my brother, but whatever it is, just know IT WON'T END LIKE THIS! God is able!
A few months ago my family was tested in a way it hadn’t been for quite some time. My healthy, vibrant, hardworking brother, suddenly fell ill. I received a call from his wife. Instantly, I could tell something was wrong. On the other end of the phone, frantic, she said, “we’re rushing Reese to the hospital, we’re not sure what’s going on!”
Shocked and confused, I stood there angrily questioning God. How could this be? The way my relationship with God is set up, I'm super honest with my thoughts and often charge him with His word. That day was no different. I told God, “This man has served you all his life, it can’t end like this!”
Days turned into night, and the doctors said: “There seems to be brain damage, and all his major organs are failing. We don’t know what this is." Wrack with pain, my brother started giving orders about planning his funeral.
•
We all sat baffled.
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Nearly two weeks passed, my mom called and said your brother is a bit more coherent and he's now able to use the phone. Seeing some sign of life, we began to locate our hope. During the phone call, he told a friend to bring his keyboard to the hospital. Mom continued, “I’ve never once seen a keyboard being wheeled into an intensive care unit. They’re going to put us all out of here!” We laughed but still was unclear about what was happening to his deteriorating body.
•
The doctors ran a plethora of test but were left puzzled at the results. Still, we didn’t know what was happening.
•
Robed in hospital garb, the friend plugged the keyboard into the nearest power outlet. Once seeing this, Reese mustered a measure of strength to sit up on his bed. Painful to watch, he fumbled with his uncoordinated fingers onto the keyboard. With his slurred speech he begins to mutter words that sounded something like this: “MY GOD IS A HEALER, MY GOD IS A HEALER!
Many days past before we could witness what the song truly meant for our family. But SURELY, as test after test was administered and he began to gain strength. Within days of this, those muttered words rang with truth, OUR GOD WAS HEALER!
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Every report of damage to the brain and other major organs has been defied! OUR GOD IS A HEALER! My brother is home with his family and stronger than ever!
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You may not have physical pain like my brother, but whatever it is, just know IT WON'T END LIKE THIS! God is able!
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