Saturday afternoon, a young lady came over for fellowship, and to plan on starting up our weekly Bible studies once again. My friend, Hallelujah, asked how Angelina was doing. Angelina, if you remember, is a sweet acquaintance of mine - who has a heart for sharing God's Word and being in prayer. Angelina is physically blind, but for years that never slowed her down. Then a few months ago, she had a stroke, or some sort of brain injury, that caused her left side to be completely paralyzed.
(For a post about Angelina a few months ago, click here.)
In June I went to see Angelina and she was beginning to question what God was doing in her life. She could no longer read braille because her fingers were numb. She was trapped to a bed and couldn't even help herself for toileting. But at the same time, her heart and attitude were strong. Angelina still prayed for people and quoted Scripture from memory.
Well, on Saturday, Hallelujah and I went to find Angelina. When we arrived at her former home, we found out that she had been shifted to a home about 5 minutes out of town. Thankfully there were a few young ladies there who knew where she had been moved to and they hopped in the car with us... I had no idea what we would see when we walked half a kilometer up a footpath, after driving as far as possible on a rough village path.
Entering a square bricked room, I saw Angelina lying on a mattress on the floor. The room was clean and only a slight smell of urine, so I knew there were people around who cared. I went to the mattress and I was shocked to see Angelina so frail. She is just skin and bones. When I tried to speak with her, she reached out for my hand. Her voice was gone. She reacted with hand squeezes and tears. The five of us who arrived sang over her, and prayed with her. Juice as brought in for her to drink, so I gently lifted her up. I sat tucked behind her... her back was resting on my chest... and she drank a few sips. We could see it was hard for her to swallow, and within seconds she started vomiting. I held her for a few minutes while she spit into a bucket and I just prayed that God would give her peace and strength.
When we left, my heart was sad. God even took away her voice.
Yesterday I went back again. When I entered the room, I immediately jumped in to action, to help with lifting and transferring as we cleared away soiled sheets. Soon she was resting again. I took another friend with me and together we sang and prayed over Angelina. Amazed, Angelina had the strength to talk!! She was communicating with me and even sharing a bit of her humor and trust in God. She allowed me to take some pictures to share with you... so that you can pray for her as she lies in bed all day.
United in Spirit. I can't wait for that day when we will all be singing around the throne, with our eyes wide open to the goodness of God. No more tears, pain, confusion... just peace and joy.
(For a post about Angelina a few months ago, click here.)
In June I went to see Angelina and she was beginning to question what God was doing in her life. She could no longer read braille because her fingers were numb. She was trapped to a bed and couldn't even help herself for toileting. But at the same time, her heart and attitude were strong. Angelina still prayed for people and quoted Scripture from memory.
Well, on Saturday, Hallelujah and I went to find Angelina. When we arrived at her former home, we found out that she had been shifted to a home about 5 minutes out of town. Thankfully there were a few young ladies there who knew where she had been moved to and they hopped in the car with us... I had no idea what we would see when we walked half a kilometer up a footpath, after driving as far as possible on a rough village path.
Entering a square bricked room, I saw Angelina lying on a mattress on the floor. The room was clean and only a slight smell of urine, so I knew there were people around who cared. I went to the mattress and I was shocked to see Angelina so frail. She is just skin and bones. When I tried to speak with her, she reached out for my hand. Her voice was gone. She reacted with hand squeezes and tears. The five of us who arrived sang over her, and prayed with her. Juice as brought in for her to drink, so I gently lifted her up. I sat tucked behind her... her back was resting on my chest... and she drank a few sips. We could see it was hard for her to swallow, and within seconds she started vomiting. I held her for a few minutes while she spit into a bucket and I just prayed that God would give her peace and strength.
When we left, my heart was sad. God even took away her voice.
Yesterday I went back again. When I entered the room, I immediately jumped in to action, to help with lifting and transferring as we cleared away soiled sheets. Soon she was resting again. I took another friend with me and together we sang and prayed over Angelina. Amazed, Angelina had the strength to talk!! She was communicating with me and even sharing a bit of her humor and trust in God. She allowed me to take some pictures to share with you... so that you can pray for her as she lies in bed all day.
When I first entered the house, I sat in shock, and praying that God would just speak over Angelina - to be her Rock, her comfort, her shield, her voice and to reveal His glory to her.
After talking, singing, reading Scriptures, and praying, Angelina began to smile again. When I held her yesterday, she was able to hold a cup and she drank most of the juice. She also ate some plain white rice. I really hope she gets soupier foods, but at least she was eating!! And keeping it down.
Lord, Angelina is your daughter, please hold her close in the palm of your hand!!
