In the past week, I witnessed the power of God's healing grace working not once, not twice but on three occasions!
It started with Julianne who came down with a mild throat infection that led to a fever and turned my usual sweet nurtured baby into one fussy child who refused to be put down to sleep for two nights in a row, wanting instead to be cuddled and held close to her Mama. Thank God for her Papa's insistence of bringing her to the paed even though it was just a mild temperature. I had initially thought it was teething related and so thought a visit to Dr Hiew wasn't all that necessary. But the hubs thought it was better just to get a peace of mind. So glad we did cause it turned out that it wasn't teething related after all and the fever was caused by a mild throat infection - possibly from the puffs and rice crackers I had been feeding her which could have been too dry for the throat. This was the first time Julianne had a non vaccination related fever and to say I wasn't ready for the fussiness was an understatement. You can read here about what a monster of a mother I became when I was sleep-deprived for two nights. With prayer, Julianne was much better after just two days although her appetite wasn't back in full swing. Even then, while nursing her fever, she was still pretty much her usual happy self, dancing and clapping away during the day, playing with Por Por and Yiyi Sam. By Day 3 she got her appetite back and was pretty much back to sleeping like a champ at night. Praise God for His healing!
Then there was my Dad who came down with a really bad backache, so bad, he couldn't bend and couldn't even carry Julianne while standing cause he couldn't take carrying all 7.5kg of her weight. With grand-dad still in hospital, he had been shuttling between home in the east, hospital in town and office in Jurong, the backache was a sign that he's body was tired and worn out from all that running around. With grand-dad in critical condition and needing all the support, this really wasn't a good time for Daddy to fall sick so we prayed for God's protection over him, that he won't fall ill and that he'll be healed of his back ache. Miraculously, the next day, after a well rested sleep, he said the pain was all gone! It could only be our answered prayers. Praise the Lord!
I know Dad and Julianne's illness seemed superficial but it was like a prelude to the most amazing testimony of His healing grace this family has experienced in years because in the days that followed, my grand-dad who has been in and out of ICU for the past two weeks miracously got better overnight. And to top it all, he also received spiritual healing as he finally accepted Christ! Now how awesome is that!
It all started with a trip to Guangzhou that resulted in a fall at the airport en route back to Singapore. When the pain from the fall didn't get better, we sent him for a thorough check with the doctors and was told a quick surgery to correct a bone alignment would set things straight. But that quick surgery turned into a 4 hour long operation as the doctors uncovered underlying problems with his colon that had apparently ruptured. The 4 hour long operation proved too strenous for his 89 year old body and pretty much sent his body into shock and he was sent to the ICU. We were told the next 48 hours were critical, and then the next 5 days. He pulled through the first 48 hours and was transferred to the High Dependency Unit before he was finally allowed to be transferred to the normal ward. But before the 5 day ciritical period was over, his body started showing signs of distress again with abnormally low heart beat. They sent him back to ICU for the second time where his condition took a turn for the worst, requiring a blood transfusion even. He could barely speak, his only form of communication with the children was pointing to the 26 letters of the alphabets that we had written on the white board in front of him. We could only pray. That was Sunday. On Monday, when we got home from work and checked in with my Dad on Yeye's condition, we were told not only was he miraculously better (lucid enough to ask about office matters even), he also accepted the Lord! Dad shared that piece of news with tears in his eyes - probably the second time I remember seeing my Dad cry (the only other time being when his yougest brother lost the battle with cancer). What greater healing could we ask for!
Today, Yeye is still in the High Dependency Unit. Just a few moments ago, Dad called to say doctors now suspect he has puenomia as his lungs have been very weak for a few days now. We continue to pray but take heart that doctors believe the worst is over and that Yeye is a strong man who'll pull through. By the grace of God, we believe with them. He has a team of wonderful doctors behind him - what one of Daddy's cell group mates, who's a doctor himself, called the Dream Team - and we thank God for that. But ultimately, we put our trust in the Greatest Healer, our Jehovah Rapha and trust that He will heal Yeye completely in His time.
Pray along with me if you can.
It all started with a trip to Guangzhou that resulted in a fall at the airport en route back to Singapore. When the pain from the fall didn't get better, we sent him for a thorough check with the doctors and was told a quick surgery to correct a bone alignment would set things straight. But that quick surgery turned into a 4 hour long operation as the doctors uncovered underlying problems with his colon that had apparently ruptured. The 4 hour long operation proved too strenous for his 89 year old body and pretty much sent his body into shock and he was sent to the ICU. We were told the next 48 hours were critical, and then the next 5 days. He pulled through the first 48 hours and was transferred to the High Dependency Unit before he was finally allowed to be transferred to the normal ward. But before the 5 day ciritical period was over, his body started showing signs of distress again with abnormally low heart beat. They sent him back to ICU for the second time where his condition took a turn for the worst, requiring a blood transfusion even. He could barely speak, his only form of communication with the children was pointing to the 26 letters of the alphabets that we had written on the white board in front of him. We could only pray. That was Sunday. On Monday, when we got home from work and checked in with my Dad on Yeye's condition, we were told not only was he miraculously better (lucid enough to ask about office matters even), he also accepted the Lord! Dad shared that piece of news with tears in his eyes - probably the second time I remember seeing my Dad cry (the only other time being when his yougest brother lost the battle with cancer). What greater healing could we ask for!
Today, Yeye is still in the High Dependency Unit. Just a few moments ago, Dad called to say doctors now suspect he has puenomia as his lungs have been very weak for a few days now. We continue to pray but take heart that doctors believe the worst is over and that Yeye is a strong man who'll pull through. By the grace of God, we believe with them. He has a team of wonderful doctors behind him - what one of Daddy's cell group mates, who's a doctor himself, called the Dream Team - and we thank God for that. But ultimately, we put our trust in the Greatest Healer, our Jehovah Rapha and trust that He will heal Yeye completely in His time.
Pray along with me if you can.
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