For we did not follow cleverly devised stories
 when we told you about the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ in power,
but we were eyewitnesses of his majesty.
I Peter 1:16
One definition of majesty is:  supreme greatness or authority.  Peter and others were “eyewitnesses” to the majesty of the Lord.  There have been times in my life that I have been an eyewitness to his majesty.  Times in my life when the ONLY way things could have worked out were because HE, in his majestic way, made them work out. 

It was 39 years ago this past Saturday…September 24, 1972.  (Yes, I know some of you weren’t even born.)  It was Sunday afternoon, the previous Thursday I walked home from school and started crying because I felt so badly.  I had a fever, my stomach hurt…I just felt terrible.  My mother took me to the doctor on Friday, called the doctor Friday night, I went back to the doctor Saturday morning and she called him again Saturday night.  By Sunday afternoon I was so sick we went to the emergency room.  I had my appendix out that Sunday, September 24, 1972.  They had ruptured, probably sometime Saturday.  There is a lot to this story…the beginning of my journey following Him.  I can’t put it all here today but here are a few quick facts:  I spent 70 days in the hospital, I didn’t get out until December 1, 1972.  I spent time in ICU and in isolation.  I contracted several serious, almost always fatal infections, I celebrated my 12th birthday in the hospital, and I couldn’t eat a thing.  I went days without eating, had a feeding tube and finally, when there was no hope, the doctors got my parents to sign a release allowing them to try an experimental drug.  It would either work and kill the infection or I would be a vegetable the rest of my life.  It was the only thing left to try and I was going to die without it. 

Obviously, the drug worked and every year in September I think about that time in my life.  The time when there was no hope, there was no way to make it through without some serious ALMIGHTY intervention.  My parents turned it all over to Him.  And HE made a way.  My dad, a pastor, said he got on the floor of his office and poured out his heart to God.  He said he gave me to God and the Lord gave me back to him.  At the same time, my mother was praying a similar prayer while at the hospital with me. 

Lord, thank you for giving back my physical life in 1972.  Thank you for the journey I have been on these past 39 years.  I thank you for the blessings and the wonderful gift of eternal life through your Son, Jesus Christ.

In gratitude, I continue counting my blessings…
633. antibiotics.
634. power of prayer.
635. power of the Holy Spirit.
636. times of reflection.
637. Godly parents.
638. life changing moments.
639. fall weather.
640. upcoming Relevant conference.
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