She Speaks Conference Entry

The choir exultantly sang about God controlling the storm. It was a stirring hymn of faith and praise for their pastor was in the pulpit. In the 21st century, miracles do happen in answer to prayers.

Nine months ago, he was rushed from this church to the local hospital then airlifted to a regional center where they tried to control the bleeding in his brain. Five weeks later he was home under sentence of death. His condition was rare and the location of the bleed was considered inaccessible. However, if untreated, he will bleed again with disastrous results.

As the pastor directed us to 2 Sam .24:10-18 and asked us to “Come with me to the threshing Floor” I, his sister, reflected on an incredible journey as we raced across states to find an expert who was able to perform surgery. I cannot imagine what it was like for him not knowing if he would wake up, whether he had had his last romp with his grandchildren or cuddled his wife for a final time. Living with death and wondering how it would come. Would he be alone or in company? I could only watch and give him books to feed the soul along the journey.

At 5.30AM on Febuary1st we were the first to enter the surgery waiting room. It was a day made bearable by the many kindnesses of strangers who wished us well. His wife, my oldest brother, his children and I prayed and said goodbyes before 8AM after a final consult with the surgeon. I committed him to God and space age technology.

We were so conscious of the prayers of God ‘s people around the world particularly his congregation who was fasting all day until his surgery was over. They waited at the church to hear news. Unfortunately, there was an agonizing delay as we knew it was not going as planned. There were six instead of one blood vessel involved and the doctor did hesitate to continue but God used this lithe Korean lady as his instrument. She persevered, making medical history, as the repair was completed. We were the last family to leave that waiting room. At 11.30PM, we finally saw him. He recognized us, felt his toes, screamed that he was in pain-great signs of main functions. God had done marvelous things.

So today, two short months later, the choir sang passionately. The church rejoiced in answered prayer. I wept as he preached his first sermon without cognitive disability.

I have many stories for the She Speaks Conference of Proverbs 31 but with a grateful heart today, this is the breaking news: RUPTURED BRAIN, NEW MIRACLE, PREACHING AGAIN.
I hope that these six words would give me a scholarship to attend the She Speaks Conference sponsored by Proverbs 31 ministry. I already have books by some of the authors associated with the ministry. Please check this website to see what's on offer at http://shespeaksconference.com/