|(Myself, Fred Blackman II 2014)|
This week, five years ago, I was rolled out of St. David's hospital in Austin, TX. after a five month stay. My time there had been filled with no less than five surgeries, and a multitude of procedures, injections, and doubtful diagnosis from the doctors and medical staff. Although they definitely did everything in their power to help me both physically and emotionally, the time I spent there was nothing less than physically torturous and spiritually draining, and yet, I made it. Minute after minute, hour after hour, and day after day, the pain endured, the reports were dismal, and the expected outcome was grim, but God!
You see, God made a way, even after the doctors came to my room, and said that they would make me as comfortable as possible, as the infection in my spinal cord and brain seemed unstoppable and that there was little else they could do. At that point and time, it was up to myself, and my God to make a move, for their hand had played out, and the bacterial infections was ravaging my body. Five surgeries and ten hours a day hooked up to an IV pump, as the strongest antibiotics on the planet flowed into my chest cavity, through a port connected to my blood vessels, sent the medication directly to, and through my heart. Although I was desperately afraid, I was also filled with the confidence that only comes from a relationship with God, that no matter what happened, things would be alright.
You see, I knew that God would make a way, and that in the end, I would be alright, for even if
|(My father Fred Blackman I ||& I)|
He did not cause the pain to cease, the infection to die, and the nerves in my back to reconnect, He could do it with just one Word, and that even then, I’d be just fine. Even through the doctors had spoken their negative diagnoses and report, I knew that Christ Jesus would have the final say, and with that thought in mind, I sought His face, I was determined to have a conversation with Him, as I declared, that in the end, His will would be done, and that no matter the outcome, I would be satisfied knowing that it was not my will, but His will that was done, but then God moved, and five years later, here I am... God is Able, just have Faith...
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