The Power of Prayer

The Power of Prayer

by Lois Fox

 

Wednesday morning, October 3rd, 2018, I was having serious chest pain that my nitro could not resolve. So 9-1-1 was called. The emergency persons ran a few tests on me, and said yes, we did find some problems, so I was ambulanced and admitted to the hospital. Once I was admitted, they ran different tests, and hooked me up to a couple of machines as they also found problems with my heart. That afternoon Pastor John came to visit and pray with me, and briefly told me about the coming Sunday’s sermon, which would be about the Holy Spirit.

 

An echocardiogram (echo) test that uses high frequency sound waves (ultrasound) to make pictures of your heart was discussed and scheduled for Thursday to be followed by a cardio angiogram with stent.

 

When I was taken into the pre-op area Thursday, I asked the nurse if she was Christian, and would she pray with me? Which she did. And then I had the Echo. The Echo also showed problems with the heart.

 

I had to wait about two hours before the angiogram. When the surgeon came in to visit before the procedure, he told me that he understood I was also a Christian and could he pray with me before the procedure? So we prayed, giving thanks to God for surrounding me with other believers before this scary procedure, asking God to calm my nerves, and to guide the surgeons hands, etc., etc.

 

The procedure itself is not scary, even though the thought of it was. Inserting a needle from my wrist up into the heart, through my small veins! They give meds to put me out, and another kind that allows you to talk to the doctor as he's working on me, but gives me amnesia, so I remember nothing of the entire procedure. That worked wonderfully well. The results of the angiogram were no problems of any kind were found in the heart. Obviously no stent needed as no problems found. The power of prayer! When two or more are gathered in His name ---

 

When one is in the hospital, your primary physician is notified, but doesn’t take care of you there. You are assigned to a ‘hospitalist’ who visits you daily to take care of any needs and concerns you might have. I saw mine Wednesday and then again on Friday. When I saw him Friday, I asked why I didn’t see him on Thursday. He corrected me. He visited with me in the post-op room and we had a long chat about my church in Silverdale. I had no recollection of this, thanks to that amnesia med given me in the procedure room.

 

Never before had I asked any nurse or doctor if they were Christian, never brought up religion with any of them. Obviously, the Holy Spirit was guiding me every step of my journey in the hospital, from Wednesday visit with the pastor until during and after my procedures. Can’t wait to find where He guides me next.