Oneta 84


Continuing My Story of Healing.  From sometime about 1960 when Roger was born to 2012, God healed me in amazing ways.  I had a doctor only on paper for work purposes, insurance, etc.  Never went to one.  About 2010 or something like that a growth began in my stomach area.  It continued growing, I ignored it as long as I could.  My sister, Verna, first confronted me.   I sought out friends to pray for me when I finally had to confess to having a problem.  The “tumor” continued growing.  My family and friends were very concerned but I turned a deaf ear to them.  So I entered a period of sickness in 2012, sure that God would heal me if I just continued to place my trust in him and not seek medical help. The “tumor” did not hurt and I was not sick.

In April I had gone on a “field trip” with other seniors at my church.  We ate at a Mexican Restaurant.  I could not get through my meal.  Went to the restroom and vomited.  We were in a van.  The driver had to stop a couple of times for me to get out and vomit.  At least one of those times we were in a very nice neighborhood and I was polluting their street in a unsightly manner.  I was humiliated beyond belief.  My friends were kind; they lovingly put up with the situation.   I think someone finally found me a Walmart bag or something that helped a bit.  I’ve forgotten some details.

For seven months after that I was violently ill.  Almost every day I would get sick and be in pain beginning mid afternoon until I could finally get relief by vomiting, generally about midnight to two o’clock am.  My mornings were normal without pain.  I lost about seventy pounds in those seven months dropping from over 200 pounds to 139.  Very few supported my determination to not see a doctor.  Sammy urged me to go, but honored my decision.

I did seek God for an answer, but the only scripture that stuck in my mind was “Wait on the Lord: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the Lord.”  Psalms 27:14  along with the feeling that I would bring honor to God’s name if I could wait it out.

In November I gave in and told Sammy to make an appointment with the doctor.  When I did it seemed as though the “Wait on the Lord…” scripture faded and was replaced with words from Philippians 1:6  “I will fulfill what I have begun in you..”  I believe this is somewhat out of context but it is still what came to me and helped me cope with my “crash” in consenting to go to the doctor.

The “tumor” was a hernia.  My age was an issue so I had to jump through loops to get an operation.  In that process, I was informed of heart issues.  The surgery successfully removed the cause of my sickness.

Enough for today.  I will be back to tell about the “side effects” of my decision to go to the doctor.  Questions, doubts, and God’s faithful love and patience with me.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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11 Responses to MY STORY OF HEALING, cont.

  1. pranabaxom says:

    Where did God ask you to be an obstinate ass?
    Oh, you must have sinned and He punished you by making a scene of you vomiting in public😊. That poor homeowner who had to clean up the sidewalk after you.

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