The Little Grass Hut

I know I said that I might not be posting for this month anymore but I want to share this important lesson with y'all.

The past few days have been really difficult for me. I've been in pain through out the day and I can't take pain killers for it because it could complicate with my other health condition and I have rashes all over my body including my face. I went to my doctor for check up last Tuesday and she gave me a new list of lab tests (I'm getting tired of this) to be done which includes one that has to be sent to the states because we don't have the facilities to perform it here. Just imagine how much that'll cost us... that's around $400. The medication that I have to undergo which is called IVIg would cost us around $1,300 per session. My doctor said that I have to have the infusion for three consecutive months (so that's a total of three sessions). Plus I have to take steroids and of course my Clexane/Heparin shots daily. No, we don't have the insurance to pay for all of that, we don't have that kind of insurance here unfortunately. Because of the excruciating pain that I'm going through and all these treatments, not to mention the monetary cost of it all, I felt more like death is such a welcome breeze. I told God that I'd appreciate it if He'll just take my life and spare me the pain. I couldn't stand seeing my husband suffer along with me. I kept asking God to please take my life now. I was waiting for God to strike me with lightning or maybe a heart attack or something that'll stop me from breathing, but none of those... I'm still alive.

I guess it's not God's will for me to die yet. Maybe He wants me to do a lot more with my life. Maybe He wants me to help others who are also suffering. Maybe...

The Little Grass Hut

The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small,
uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for GOD to rescue him and everyday he
scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming. Exhausted, he
eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect himself
from the elements and to store his few possessions.

One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames with smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had happened! Everything was lost! He was stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger. "GOD, how could you do this to me?" he cried.

Early the next day he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him. "How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers. "We saw your smoke signal," they replied.

Moral of the story: It's easy to get discouraged when things are going bad, but we shouldn't lose heart, because GOD is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain, and suffering. Remember that, the next time your little hut seems to be burning to the ground. It just may be a smoke signal that summons the grace of GOD.