haha... God is... amazing
I was spending time with Daddy God yesterday when I felt moved by the Spirit to text Lin regarding ministry work and prayer; later in the evening she called me and said she felt extremely feverish and sick. Told her I'll go over about 10ish to bring some medicine and check up on her, but about 9 she called back and said she felt horrible and she wanted to go to the hospital. She called a cab, Cui and I rushed down to Goodricke, got into a Streamline cab and headed for York District Hospital's A&E. The poor girl's hands were cold, her cheeks and forehead burning hot pink... and because everyone in her block/flat had returned home for the hols she was alone in her block except when post-grad intruders use their communal bathroom. Suddenly Lin said something that warmed my heart - "I never would have known what to do or who to call if you hadn't sent me that text this morning... thanks." - and it wasn't because I did anything, but because it told of how faithful and timely Daddy always is, and it's interesting that these 'timely' texts occur from time to time, the last that I know of, with Pepper. So we reached the A&E after a while, the cab driver was very very nice and brought us initially to the Monkgate Medical Centre but it was closed so he brought us straight to the hospital and charged us 1.20 less I think. Nice fuddy-duddly man too. Anyways. Had to wait for some time before the nurse came and took her to a makeshift room, gave her some paracetamol and a cool hot pink-coloured pill, Lin swallowed it, but to no effect even after an hour or two just as her previous paracetamols had no effect. They took her temperature twice, once before and once some time after she doused the pills, but it remained at 39.6ish deg C. The weird thing is right from the point I walked out of Halifax I knew she'd be healed before day breaks, it was that same quiet feeling of peace I had when I knew Cuifen's laptop would be restored miraculously after she accidentally doused it with water last year - don't know if it's that mustard seed faith, don't know if it's just God's sovereignty, not sure... perhaps a mixture of all, hadn't got my head round this confusing paradox about healing yet, but all I knew was faith, and that quiet sense of peace that surpasseth all understanding, assuring me that the fever is not merely physical and will be rebuked away as it was in the parable. Wenjie's words about half a year ago came back, "The fever was rebuked away by Jesus" and the image of Martha (or was it Mary?) getting up to serve after the fever left her recurred in my mind. When Lin went for her chest X-ray I continued to pray, continued to ask for a confirmation, repented of my small faith because I didn't dare to do a deliverance-healing and I've never actually done it before, and verses and words I've been reading for the past 2 months kept coming back - 'wonders', 'power', 'miracles' - and Mama moving into the Healing ministry back home - and just over Christmas Beth and I were talking about the need for the power of God to manifest before our eyes - my fingers started to tingle and numb and go prickly, and I felt a surge of energy coming from within, had to keep exhaling that energy out and I tried masking them as coughs or sighs (sounds fantastical but I'm not bulling >.<) then after Lin came back from the X-ray I went up to her and laid my hand on her burning forehead. When I prayed and rebuked in Jesus' name, I felt dizzy and interestingly, even out of place and body! Crazy stuff. But after the whole thing I started cheering up because God gave me the absolute confidence that her fever was gone and she would get out of the hospital that night. Lin was transferred into the ward because the doctor still wanted her hospitalised for a night of observation, and in the ward the nurse checked on her fever and said it's dropped to 38.7 and I felt such joy when I told her, "don't worry la, it's gone, it's GONE." After much pacing about and restless waiting (I would have dragged her out of the hospital and back home if we didn't have to wait for the blood samples) all the sample results came out negative and there was no diagnosis for meningitis or thyroid or anything like that - it was 3.05am and the doctor discharged her. I felt sneaky heehee, so I requested for another temperature check and it was amazingly 36.7. (Wish I could have such a one-night temperature drop for my prelim GP paper!) Haha. Amazing, amazing...
I know it might sound rather perturbingly fantastical and that I'm making a nonsensical fuss out of it... but I was just thinking if at the point of time we prayed she had taken another dose of paracetamol instead of the prayer, and she got better finally, you would have said it's the paracetamol, neh? But with the paracetamol having no effect on her whatsoever for 2 nights and the prayer taking the stead of the medicine, and uncanningly surreal experiences I think I'm inclined to say it was a miracle. >.<
After all... my brother's dislocated arm did suddenly pop back into its place without the help of doctors...
