Boker tov!
Boker tov!
I’m writing to you from my bed in a physical therapy facility, trying to catch up on e-mails, and thank yous for gifts and offerings.
I am so glad my son, Derek, wrote you to let you know what happened to me, and to ask for prayer for quick healing. He and Rebecca are doing all they can to get me Medicare and other benefits to pay for my hospital surgery and stay in downtown Fort Worth.
On July 28th, following Abba’s orders, I had movers move my things into the garage of my almost built cottage. I went back to sweep the duplex I moved out of and take a shower. I went out on the front porch to dump some dust, and the most violent happening of my left knee in my life took place, as the knee moved out of place, went under a bone spur, and lodged. I fell. I did not know that the fall a couple of months before straight down on both knees, especially the left one, in the bathroom, had actually cracked the knee and the bone running under the knee, and the bone running from the knee down the leg.
This fall, actually broke the bones in those three areas. No way could I straighten the leg to get the knee back in place. I screamed out for help. No one helped me. I saw two policemen entering their car across the street. I cried out to them. They got in their car and came right over, got hold of the rescue van, and called Derek. He and Rebecca came. I wanted to go to a chiropractor, but he would never have been able to help me. I went to a local hospital and they couldn’t help me. So, I was sent by ambulance to the big super-hospital where on the early morning of July 29th I had surgery.
How’s that for a transition! How did I get in and out of the car, etc. – I screamed a lot. I was in the hospital until a few days ago. I am now in a place where I will work with a physical therapist to build the knees up so I can walk again. Even the right knee has severe arthritis in it, and is weak.
I have no had zero government assistance, medical insurance. Now it is necessary to tap into the Medicare I paid into during my secular work years. Derek and Rebecca are working on all of that. I must pay for this rehab-center and the physical therapy. I am OK with that. So much paperwork because of zero need to touch base the gov for anything. Except to an exam I had to have for cataract surgery in 2017, I had not been to a doctor since I had my last child in 1981.
So this, on top of the volatile knees, and facing weeks of therapy, is overwhelming. It’s a different world than the one I’ve lived in.
The breaks evidently are healing because the leg is itching. They wrapped it very tightly with elastic bandages, but also put my leg in a cast from ankle to top of left leg. The body cast is so big. I can only lie on my back. So, sleeping is a problem. Yes, a world that I have actually never lived in. Yet, the real me is still the real me. Peace reigns for no earthly reason – everything is so on a low-plane of existence. It has to be Abba’s sustaining power, of course. No reason why I have not been upset, but I haven’t. I wait to see what good will come out of it.
My son legally can make all decisions and sign for me, so he’s taking care of business for me. My fast-paced mind sits in solitude along with my body. At the rehab center for physical therapy I’m in, I am in a room of isolation for 2 weeks. Why am I isolated for 2 weeks? It is because I’m too healthy. I haven’t taken any “suggested” jabs. I have not been to a doctor since 1981 for anything “wrong” with me. Just had a baby in 1981 and an exam in 2017. I just don’t get sick.
So, Abba will pull off what is needed to see me through. In the meantime, my cottage will be finished.
Just an update for you to pray for total healing quickly, and my ability to do the physical therapy and pay for it.
In the meantime, my spirit and mind don’t stop. I realize we sit on the edge of a cliff of world events. I realize that most all of western “believers” haven’t a clue even as to what it means to be “saved,” and transferred to a new Master, nor the absolute surrender and obedience required for entering the Kingdom under the new Master’s authority. This world has never meant anything to me for personal gain. It is not my home. I am preparing for my home in the Kingdom of “His Dear Son.”
I’ve gotten some precious e-mails from people regarding the podcasts especially, how lives have been changed for their good. That is so encouraging.
Well folks, that’s it for now. My message has only deepened to give you when I can. I can’t podcast here (smile).
Thank you for praying tonight and early tomorrow morning Montana USA time. One of my daughters will be having cancer surgery. How heavy this burden is, as she and her family took care of my things, my business, for 18 years when I was traveling and living overseas. It’s a heavy weight on my heart that she has to have this done.
Shalom, blessings, love, Yedidah – thank you for your prayers for quick healing.
Yedidah – August 14, 2022