By: janpierce

janpierce — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 09:13:46 +0000

I jotted down some notes yesterday about my experience in that third floor room in Delhi. The worst part was the middle of the night when I was in too much pain to sleep, but didn’t want to wake Roger. It was really torture. I only could last until 6:00 a.m. and then I needed help to get up to visit the bathroom! I just know that as I cried out to God I experienced something like a new opening to nearness and dependence on God. I was really at peace although I was desperate at the same time. I know it doesn’t make sense, but everything was in a mess yet I knew I was safe ultimately. I felt like a stranger in a strange land, which I was, but I knew that I would be cared for and would be okay even if I had a serious injury. There was a 24 hour period where one doctor thought I had a slipped disc and I was going to be bedridden for two to three weeks. That was sobering. I sat up in the chair during the day, but couldn’t move without pain. Several times I stacked up pillows on my lap and tried to rest leaning forward on them. It was not fun. But looking back on that door thing I believe it was real and represented my desperation and my calling on the name of the Lord—a high tower where we run inside and are saved.

By: Ang

Ang — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 04:21:25 +0000

Wonderful to read your commentary, Jan. I’d like to know lots more about that “door to God” on your darkest day. Glad you’re doing better! love, ang

By: Sharon

Sharon — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 19:24:16 +0000

So glad to hear you are recovering. I got home Tuesday about 7:30 pm Boy was it cold I could see my breath and it was a little windy. I am getting use to it being 40 degrees cooler. What a nice visit I had with my mom and sister.

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