I'd like to testify, although God needs nothing from me...
Recently I got Leishmaniasis. Some vector, like any mosquito, bit me recently and, by the moment I went to the doctors, two of them just gave me antibiotics, and that was not the way to fight against this in my leg.
I haven't received the specific treatment yet. Some preliminary tests have been done and the suspected illness has been confirmed: Leishmaniasis in left leg.
Last night I was worried (upset, in fact). I didn't know where to go, I didn't know what to do, so I wrote my short prayer in my mind and left a little part of my concern on God's good will...
In the morning I wanted to run to find a quick answer. I could have gone to a well known hospital in the downtown, but I stayed near my PC and started to work on some things I had pending.
I did wrong (now I know it) but I was worried not knowing what to do. Have you been like that?
I briefly asked God some direction on where to go and what to do, while I was walking.
Loudly I prayed before crossing the first avenue on the unknown way where I started to walk. I had no idea where my steps would lead me, but I could not be stopped doing it. Then I asked God for His help and, when meeting motorcyclist driving, I asked Him to be protected from those drivers I hate for some reason I won't mention here...
I went to one emergency hospital. Then I walked to another near the first one... Soon I went to another on the same direction and founded out none would be of great help.
When I turned back to my mother's house, I stopped to check if any of these firsts could serve me to have some blood tests. The first hospital I have visited was the only of those medical centers enabled to help me. There I received some hope and, I knew if I had enough money in my pocket, I could pay for many of those tests (but they were 17 blood tests).
To be assured I was doing the best thing I went and passed by some private clinics, just to see prices and how these things could be done... There were too many people. I hate long lines, so I left.
Two days before, I received some directions I considered coming from God (I use to keep some tracks of certain CIRCUNSTANCES).
I wasn't in the mood of asking my family to help me. My mother, my suster and brothers know I'm in need of help and, in fact, I seldom asked them for it. I rather like asking God for HIS. He will never give you a thing to remind you He was the giver.
I walked several more blocks to save time. The motor vehicle traffic in Ccs is awful these days, so I wasn't in the mood of paying to be largely sit inside a car -doing nothing- while it is stopped (or packed) in the middle of any street or avenue.
I remembered my sister mentioned a hospital. She named it by name, and I had a phone text message telling me she could have someone working inside.
My sister is a very busy woman, so I walked alone to sort these things out... (but I wasn't alone).
There I asked and did the right things and, getting the exact information, I knew what I could do to get my blood texts taken for free at the same day (which worths more that anything I could pay later).
I saw a doctor and asked him what to do. I told him I am sick and needed some blood tests... He was kind and was walking with a nice looking woman, and he was willing to help (Thank you, Lord! You put both of them to help me on this way, as well as others).
I got the necessary papers and additional information. Otherwise, I was limited to wait for more than 3 days.
In the emergency room I met some female doctors and told them my case, just to receive their directions. Someone I don't know heard me, and asked her boss a permission. She wrote down my list of blood tests on a piece of paper for that hospital. You know how any emergency room could be crowded, but God brought some peace there so I would be effectively heard.
Four hours later I got personally those tests (which are within the normal rate) so I had to thank God again and those two doctors who paid some useful attention to my request (Her names be blessed too, God!).
I'm not used to pray long minutes or hours. I don't think it wise to look after God at my personal convenience, but now I needed HIM and someone else (those working inside the emergency room).
God saw who I am and how I feel when I had to go back to that hospital I used to go in my childhood to be healed from respiratory diseases I had (asthma).
He sees any who calls on HIS name, particularly, with a sincere heart (not for selfish conveniences).
These sores remind me my grandma, my dad and Lazarus' life. Can you imagine him bleeding, being licked by dogs or having flies all around? That's not my case! But I imagine a tired man, a person who has given up.
I have thought on the kind of friends Lazarus could possibly have had: Only dogs.
No real friends around, no job to depend on or reasons to rejoice.
Those sores were unfriendly and an ugly thing he had to face.
How many friends do you have when sick, poor and not healing?
Do they love you in a worst state?
I have seen some hermits! But those persons badly sick don't even dare to open their eyes to breathe.
According to my view, the sick feel worst than us who are healthy.
Circumstances may be knocking at your door to talk and to teach you something you have missed. It doesn't matter how rich or poor you are at any moment, God is preparing you to be in a better place.
I myself am learning to depend on Him on a daily base. I'm jobless, not retired, since 2000. When you get your money on a regular payment you trust that income to live at ease, if you don't spend too much.
Money gives you some kind of confidence you'd better leave: Trust no one, except God.
I wish I could hear His personal voice (This is one of those prayers I keep on repeating). There were times when I prayed often, on a regular Christian base, but I felt disappointing talking alone, so now I write and my words remain.
I testify He is alive, He gives you some answers, but I wish He be seen or heard.
He has helped me to live for more than 13 years. I work whenever He gives me the chance to work for anyone, everywhere. I'm thankful because I'm not enslaved with a job where I had to tie a necktie to my borrowed time. I'm jobless but enabled to serve, to help and teach others whenever it is required. So these circumstances are talking instead of some of my foolish wishes.
Money makes someone to be proud, but pride is not a good friend to be hold when you are weakly bossy or life has made you to be showy.
Money may speed up some earthly things, but real and spiritual ones cannot be bought or completely gotten. It is a tool I have to leave to be set free from its slavery: I can buy a medicine, but seldom health.
Recently I got Leishmaniasis. Some vector, like any mosquito, bit me recently and, by the moment I went to the doctors, two of them just gave me antibiotics, and that was not the way to fight against this in my leg.
I haven't received the specific treatment yet. Some preliminary tests have been done and the suspected illness has been confirmed: Leishmaniasis in left leg.
Last night I was worried (upset, in fact). I didn't know where to go, I didn't know what to do, so I wrote my short prayer in my mind and left a little part of my concern on God's good will...
In the morning I wanted to run to find a quick answer. I could have gone to a well known hospital in the downtown, but I stayed near my PC and started to work on some things I had pending.
I did wrong (now I know it) but I was worried not knowing what to do. Have you been like that?
I briefly asked God some direction on where to go and what to do, while I was walking.
Loudly I prayed before crossing the first avenue on the unknown way where I started to walk. I had no idea where my steps would lead me, but I could not be stopped doing it. Then I asked God for His help and, when meeting motorcyclist driving, I asked Him to be protected from those drivers I hate for some reason I won't mention here...
I went to one emergency hospital. Then I walked to another near the first one... Soon I went to another on the same direction and founded out none would be of great help.
When I turned back to my mother's house, I stopped to check if any of these firsts could serve me to have some blood tests. The first hospital I have visited was the only of those medical centers enabled to help me. There I received some hope and, I knew if I had enough money in my pocket, I could pay for many of those tests (but they were 17 blood tests).
To be assured I was doing the best thing I went and passed by some private clinics, just to see prices and how these things could be done... There were too many people. I hate long lines, so I left.
Two days before, I received some directions I considered coming from God (I use to keep some tracks of certain CIRCUNSTANCES).
I wasn't in the mood of asking my family to help me. My mother, my suster and brothers know I'm in need of help and, in fact, I seldom asked them for it. I rather like asking God for HIS. He will never give you a thing to remind you He was the giver.
I walked several more blocks to save time. The motor vehicle traffic in Ccs is awful these days, so I wasn't in the mood of paying to be largely sit inside a car -doing nothing- while it is stopped (or packed) in the middle of any street or avenue.
I remembered my sister mentioned a hospital. She named it by name, and I had a phone text message telling me she could have someone working inside.
My sister is a very busy woman, so I walked alone to sort these things out... (but I wasn't alone).
There I asked and did the right things and, getting the exact information, I knew what I could do to get my blood texts taken for free at the same day (which worths more that anything I could pay later).
I saw a doctor and asked him what to do. I told him I am sick and needed some blood tests... He was kind and was walking with a nice looking woman, and he was willing to help (Thank you, Lord! You put both of them to help me on this way, as well as others).
I got the necessary papers and additional information. Otherwise, I was limited to wait for more than 3 days.
In the emergency room I met some female doctors and told them my case, just to receive their directions. Someone I don't know heard me, and asked her boss a permission. She wrote down my list of blood tests on a piece of paper for that hospital. You know how any emergency room could be crowded, but God brought some peace there so I would be effectively heard.
Four hours later I got personally those tests (which are within the normal rate) so I had to thank God again and those two doctors who paid some useful attention to my request (Her names be blessed too, God!).
I'm not used to pray long minutes or hours. I don't think it wise to look after God at my personal convenience, but now I needed HIM and someone else (those working inside the emergency room).
God saw who I am and how I feel when I had to go back to that hospital I used to go in my childhood to be healed from respiratory diseases I had (asthma).
He sees any who calls on HIS name, particularly, with a sincere heart (not for selfish conveniences).
These sores remind me my grandma, my dad and Lazarus' life. Can you imagine him bleeding, being licked by dogs or having flies all around? That's not my case! But I imagine a tired man, a person who has given up.
I have thought on the kind of friends Lazarus could possibly have had: Only dogs.
No real friends around, no job to depend on or reasons to rejoice.
Those sores were unfriendly and an ugly thing he had to face.
How many friends do you have when sick, poor and not healing?
Do they love you in a worst state?
I have seen some hermits! But those persons badly sick don't even dare to open their eyes to breathe.
According to my view, the sick feel worst than us who are healthy.
Circumstances may be knocking at your door to talk and to teach you something you have missed. It doesn't matter how rich or poor you are at any moment, God is preparing you to be in a better place.
I myself am learning to depend on Him on a daily base. I'm jobless, not retired, since 2000. When you get your money on a regular payment you trust that income to live at ease, if you don't spend too much.
Money gives you some kind of confidence you'd better leave: Trust no one, except God.
I wish I could hear His personal voice (This is one of those prayers I keep on repeating). There were times when I prayed often, on a regular Christian base, but I felt disappointing talking alone, so now I write and my words remain.
I testify He is alive, He gives you some answers, but I wish He be seen or heard.
He has helped me to live for more than 13 years. I work whenever He gives me the chance to work for anyone, everywhere. I'm thankful because I'm not enslaved with a job where I had to tie a necktie to my borrowed time. I'm jobless but enabled to serve, to help and teach others whenever it is required. So these circumstances are talking instead of some of my foolish wishes.
Money makes someone to be proud, but pride is not a good friend to be hold when you are weakly bossy or life has made you to be showy.
Money may speed up some earthly things, but real and spiritual ones cannot be bought or completely gotten. It is a tool I have to leave to be set free from its slavery: I can buy a medicine, but seldom health.