reblogged from faithlikemustard source: only-the-unloved-hate
I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord watches over you—
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
The Lord will keep you from all harm —
he will watch over your life;
the Lord will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.
-Psalm 121
Hello all of my Christian brothers and sisters,
Today at work, I experienced the most unexpected miracle…
When I first started my job, I noticed a gentleman named John Blake whom at first sight, gave me the unsettling sense of death. Jaundice had turned his blue eyes a mucousy yellow, and his eye sockets were so bloated they appeared to be nearly swollen shut. His skin was chillingly tinted an abnormal pale gray, and he arduously schlepped around the office saying little to anyone. If you can imagine a two-day-old corpse resurrected, you’ve just imagined John.
Little did I know, John was nearly on his death bed. His kidneys had failed, and he’d been dependent on a dialysis machine for the past 4 years. His brother had the opportunity to help him but refused, and the current circumstances proved that he actually WAS a dead man walking.
One day John met a random husband and wife, he shared the story of his illness with them, as well as what was left of his future. The group parted ways without thinking twice…
One year later, the husband contacted John informing him that his wife had tragically died. She was an organ donor, and though it was a long-shot, he wanted to see if her kidneys were a match for him.
Now back to today…
I left my Bible next to my computer and went on my lunch break. I came back to a very emotional group of people in front of my desk surrounding a slim radiant man wearing a medical mask. After maneuvering my way back into my cubicle (since they were almost in it), I realized it was John— only after a co-worker called him by name.
The mask he was wearing left only his eyes visible, but they were a striking sparkling blue. He had lost approximately 25 pounds of fluid and impurities only kidneys could expel. He shared plans of traveling to Ireland and rock climbing in the Mid-West with his wife in the near future.
This man didn’t even have the energy to walk his dog, or the freedom to get a glass of milk in the middle of the night due to the machines attached to give him life. I had never even heard him speak, but today, even if I wanted to I couldn’t ignore him shouting “THANK YOU” and “JESUS!” He told us that whenever he leaves his house, he shares his testimony—with enthusiasm. His joy interestingly captured everyone in my department, and remained with us even after he left.
I sat at my desk fighting tears, in awe of this dramatic transformation. Although I’ve tried, there is no way I can truly depict the emotion in that room today. I can’t wait until he comes back to work so anytime I (or anyone) is feeling doubtful or hopeless about our lives, we can look over and see a living example of God’s will and of endless possibilities.
Sorry for writing you all a book, but I needed to share this miracle. You never know what someone is going through, and what they may be needing to hear.
npr:
“There are about 175 indigenous languages still spoken in the United States and a vast majority of them are on the verge of extinction.”
reblogged from godcolorsintheworld source: life-is-like-a-wineglass
