SHEILA’S [J-A-T] TIDBITS   No.25   (TB.No.24 continued)     (September 17th. 2015).

I was in hospital for 12 days.  The night before the actual operation, the surgeon visited me to explain what he had to do.  He said  that he needed to check that the cancer had not spread, so he was also going to remove a gland from under my arm as that would be the next cancer stage.  After he left me, I immediately asked the Lord that the surgeon would only take that which was absolutely necessary.  Several days later he again visited me to do some skin grafting and I was able to ask him If he had taken much of the gland. (I knew this could be troublesome)   He gave me such a strange look and said “I dug and I dug and I couldn’t find any glands”.  I laughed to myself and said, “Thank You Lord!”  (In those days I yet had to realize that My Lord and Saviour Jesus was also my Father).  After the graft, my arm was held in an overhead contraption so I was unable to move for several days and the nurses were all on a go slow strike: I lay on that hospitable bed ‘cocooned’ by (& with) the Holy Spirit having a wonderful time, Being a mother with two children still at home and running a Christian Bookstore with Ray, personal quiet-time was always in short supply.  At my final visit with the surgeon, he told me I needed to get three monthly cancer check-ups and that I would probably need physiotherapy as use of my arm was likely to be limited.  I never went back for check-ups because I had heard further from our Father and I had also learned two important lessons: 1. That words have the power of life or death in them (see TidBit No.24).  Be careful what you say and what you listen to.  2.  Our Father works in many different ways.  He can give us an immediate miracle or He can instruct us to visit a Doctor” ... or ?   Shortly after this I was standing beside a sister who was shorter than me. It was a crowded gathering and we were entering into a time of praise and worship.  My arms were up in worship to our Father except that one was only at ‘half mast’ and my hand was level with Joanne’s face. Lost in praise I suddenly felt my arm shoot up straight.  My eyes looked up at my two hands. then I met Joanne’s eyes and we both looked up and continued to worship full of thanksgiving for His touch.  Hallelujah.  Love and blessings,

Sheila.