Nothing is coincidence when it comes to our Lord. One year ago this November I was in the emergency having problem breathing. The ER doctor had said that I had asthma and promptly gave me two breathing treatments to loosen my congestion. In fact, after being in the ER for a couple of hours I was starting to breath better and was in the process of being released…..What happened next , I refer to as a miracle. All of a sudden my heart started acting up and I felt real dizzy….The heart monitor had started to go crazy alarms were going off everywhere and people started running into my room. My heart rate had dropped from around 190 to 33, then paused for about 8 seconds and went back up to 190. This happened about six times at the ER. Of course I was worried that I might not be going home ever, but a doctor told me that I had what they call Tachy/Brady syndrome. Where your heart speeds up and slows down dramatically. While I was waiting for a ambulance to be moved to the main hospital….The doctor told me that “someone was watching over you tonight”….Of course he meant to be in the right place at the right time.
Before that night was over I had roughly 12 or 13 episodes with my lowest heart rate getting down to 13 beats per minute. That night they put me on an external pacemaker. The next morning I was told that I would need to have an internal pacemaker put in.
I was in the hospital for almost a full week. Aside from being scared about the pacemaker I was very worried about the cost of all the medical procedures. My anxiety and depression for that week was at a fever pitch. I was tired of living, I was tired of the constant issues with my heart and I was tired of being a burden on my wife and family.
The day of my implant surgery a good friend of mine came to the hospital to visit….My surgery was supposed to be at 9:00 am and at 5:30 pm I was still waiting. My friend had stayed with Teresa until my surgery. I was beyond scared and overwhelmed by the thoughts of what it meant to be reliant on a pacemaker. My friend is name Bruce and he is probably the nicest person I’d ever met in my life. We’ve known each other about 6 years. Bruce is a Christian Scientist. Which is a belief that I am not real familiar with….but, before I went off to surgery, Bruce bent over and handed me a note that simply read “God, is the strength of my Heart”. He told me that God had made sure that I was in the place I was supposed to be when my problems started and that He (God) would see me through the rest of the way.
I felt peace for the first time in that week and knew at that moment that I would live through the ordeal.
When I reflect on that time I am amazed of all that transpired that week and know that my Lord was there protecting me and seeing that I made it through that very serious moment of my life. One of the most amazing things is that Bruce has never been to the hospital to visit me before or to my knowledge was he aware of how weak and lost I felt.
I later found the passage he had written for me in Psalms…..and here it is……
Psalms 73:26 My flesh and my heart fail; [But] God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
Truer words have never been written…..My friends our God lives and is waiting for you to seek him out.