A note from Luke, handwritten by him, yesterday afternoon 21/6/10
He giveth more grace when burdens grow greater
He sendeth more strength when the labours increase
To added afflictions He addeth His mercies
To multiplied trials His multiplied peace
When we have exhausted our store of endurance
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Father’s full giving has only begun
His love has no limit, His grace has no measure
His power no boundary known unto men
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth and giveth and giveth again
By Annie Johnson Flint
Today, it is two months since the day I came close to losing my life. On that day so many of you rallied with us in prayer, in addition to many prayers before and since. It simultaneously seems logical and yet unbelievable that just two months after the day God saved my life, I am told I am moving into rehab. During that time the above poem, discovered and sent to us by friends in Chester, has resonated with me so much. Whatever strength I bring to the table during this process of recovery, it pales into invisibility compared with the limitless storehouse of strength available to me in Jesus. I have been learning something of what Paul meant when he said, ‘I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.’ Phil 4:13 I want you to know that I feel that this whole experience has already been such a positive one in my life. I can genuinely say that, despite the pain, frustration, anxiety and disappointment, that I have known such love, strength and joy from God. This experience has been a means of His grace to me!
I mentioned that I am told I’m moving to rehab – in fact, rehab has moved to me! Although I won’t formally be under the care of the rehab team for a few weeks, they have moved into the Stanley Graveson ward and their doctor came to see me today to say that I will be seeing more of them immediately! From intensive care to rehab in just one week is more of a jump than I expected, and yet it was just what I’ve been praying for over a fortnight. There has been the predictable re-organisation happening on Stanley Graveson today and I have now been moved to what I think of as the best seat in the house, with views across Southampton, the docks, the New Forest and even the Isle of Wight – definitely the best view so far, and as my pharmacist said today, probably the best view in the hospital!
So here I am in a new bed space and ready to make all the more progress in the next week. The things I’m praying for are:
· Strength above the knees. Today I had a few more attempts at standing (using the same machine as before) and transferring from bed to chair and back again. Once I’ve made progress on these I will be almost ready for discharge!
· Movement below the knees. There is some in the calves but I still need those dead ankles and toes to come to life!
Seeing old friends and family recently has reminded me of the journey I’ve been on and how much I have to be thankful for in an army of such formidable and faithful pray-ers. Thank you for every prayer. I could not appreciate them more.
With my love and thanks as always for all your powerful prayers