There is a lady from Jeffrey’s Bay who has been suffering from Guillain-Barré Syndrome since July 2010. For those of you who don’t know, it is a debilitating disease that attacks the nervous system and paralyses the muscles, and the healing process is sometimes painfully and agonisingly slow. The first time I heard about her was in August 2010, and even though I have mentioned her plight before, I would like you to bear with me while I run through some of the statistics again.
This lady, Christa, was in ICU at Greenacres hospital since July 2010 until February 2011 when she was transferred to the Aurora Stimulation Centre here in Port Elizabeth. My friend, Veronica, and I have been calling on her regularly once a week when we do our rounds at Greenacres and St Georges hospitals, visiting members of our church who happen to be in hospital. We have followed her progress from the beginning when, hooked up to monitors and breathing with the aid of a ventilator, she wasn’t even aware of our presence.
The healing process has been painstakingly slow, but Christa has been quite remarkable throughout it all. There have been many frustrating moments, but she has been extremely patient, taking each tiny improvement as a blessing from God.
I confess that there were times during these weekly visits when I would have a difficult time convincing myself that I could see an improvement in her condition. I was beginning to feel impatient and frustrated for Christa’s sake. I knew that God was healing her and that it was His will and not mine that was important, but I would ask Him to please let me see a visible improvement in Christa the next time I saw her. And, sure enough, next time there would be a visible sign that the Lord was working his little miracles.
I have been at a spiritual low just recently. This past Wednesday morning, before leaving home, I was talking to the Lord and saying that I don’t even know what I believe anymore. The doubts were crowding in and I was really feeling as though I was walking this road on my own. I left it there and didn’t think about it again, but when Veronica and I arrived at the Aurora Centre I once again had that feeling of ‘what’s the use’. We entered the building and when we were walking down the passage to Christa’s ward I said to Veronica, ‘Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could walk in one morning and find that they’ve taken away that awful tube into her throat so that she can speak to us?’
Well, we walked into her ward, and there she was, without the tube, and if we listened carefully we could even hear a bit of what she was saying. We were also told that she had been up and walking between the bars. It was such a joyous moment that I became quite emotional. It was as if I could hear God saying, ‘See, I’m still here, and I can still perform these little miracles you’ve been asking for.’
Yes, I needed to be reminded that I’m not alone, that the Lord is always with me, and that he hears my sometimes disjointed little prayers. I have also realised that life itself is a miracle, and that we are surrounded by little miracles every day of our lives. If we look for them, we’ll find them. God is all around us, performing these wonderful miracles for us. If only we would remove our blinkers and take a proper look. Often the miracle is in an unexpected smile.
I am truly blessed. Praise God.