Day 17: Quell

Day 17: Quell

31 Days of Intimacy with my Savior

Having PTSD means I’m one big fat bag of overwhelming fear, worry and stress. I’m an expert at making mountains out of mole hills. However, He reduces my overwhelming fear by making them submit to His perfect will.

My favorite miracle
My daughter was given a 10 percent chance to live after premature birth. The doctor all but passed on his condolences. At 1 lb., 7 oz., she was the smallest child born at that hospital that year … who lived.

Ten days after we married, my husband believed she’d live while I prayed she’d die so her suffering would end. The thought of her first few months of life in pain and suffering resulting in a lower quality of life was absolutely unfair. However, my husband refused to let her go.

Then I remembered what a nurse said while in labor. Girls have a better survival rate than boys, and black kids reported better survival rates than their whites. Hope began to rise in me.

Her first pediatrician yielded care to the resident neonatologist. His first name? Israel. That’s right. God sent “praise” to care for my daughter while in the Intensive Care Nursery.

On one occasion the doctor told us he’d done as much as he could. All we could do now was pray. When she made it hope arose more. I was beginning to believe.

Then one day my mother and I were enjoying my firstborn until they cleared out the entire ICN. In the corner of the nursery were a growing number of nurses, techs and doctors. A baby died. When they let us back in all that was left was a bundle wrapped in a baby-sized body bag. We looked at each other and were in tears.

The neonatalogist wouldn’t give us a discharged date until about two weeks before. When she finally was home I could breathe.

Then my husband fell ill
When my husband was diagnosed with cancer, I’d had enough experience to know that if we pray and believe God for a miracle, my husband would be a cancer survivor. You can imagine my prayer life after his death on my son’s seventh birthday. I began to believe he wasn’t really for us. “Quell that,” I felt.

Jesus was faithful. He made me see His plan is perfect. Not only was He for us, He was with us.

When I lost the house, I thought we’d be homeless. Oh but God … He hooked me up with a Christian property manager whose heart was softened toward us. We had favor before we showed up.

We not only got the apartment but I got an upgrade: a gas range top and oven and air conditioning. It was 1,000 sq. ft. less but we had a safe place to lay our heads.

Jesus consistently has quelled my fears so I can do His will and live in peace. He is a mighty good God, yes He is.

Other posts in this series
Day 1: Artist
Day 2: Beautiful
Day 3: Celebrate
Day 4: Delight
Day 5: Emotions
Day 6: Father
Day 7: Gracious
Day 8: Hilarious
Day 9: Inside
Day 10: Jealous
Day 11: Kindling
Day 12: Longing
Day 13: Mine
Day 14: Name
Day 15: Open
Day 16: Pleasure
Day 17: Quell
Day 18: Real
Day 19: Strength
Day 20: Tireless
Day 21: Unwavering
Day 22: Victorious
Day 23: Warmth
Day 24: Xenodochial
Day 25: Young
Day 26: Zealous

Vowels
Day 27: Armor
Day 28: (Pre)Eminence
Day 29: Intimacy
Day 30: Other than
Day 31: Ultimate Yes (and Amen)

4 Comments

  1. I do not even know how I ended up here, but I thought this post was great. I don’t know who you are but certainly you’re going to a famous blogger if you aren’t already 😉 Cheers!

  2. Very energetic post. I enjoyed that a lot. Will there be a part 2?

    1. Author

      Thanks for your comment.

      Actually, this post is part of a 31-day series. However, I can see why you might want a part two. Don’t worry. There will be more because I deal with fears on a daily basis. In fact, I’m wrestling with one right now and need Him to quell those future events appearing real.

      Blessings,
      e

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