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Raised from death - "Wellbeing"
I went in and had the third lot of surgery in three years. The surgery went well the surgeon said. He had contoured the bone and correctly re-positioned the displaced cushioning disc which had been pushed firmly down on some fibrous tissue that was impinging the movement of my jaw, as a result of the latest car accident. The disc was being cushioned instead of being a cushion!
After the surgery, I wasn't itchy as I had been after past operations, but I was very sleepy. Nurses came in and keep talking to me wanting to know if I was always this sleepy, but I was asleep again.
I was upset. This was my third operation in this Hospital and each time my sugar levels had been too high. The so called "diabetic" diet was full of sugar and there was nothing for me to suck up a straw. I knew I had to go onto the blended diet. I could add milk to it in order to drink it, but this needed the doctor's approval. He gave it to me the following day as I was so upset.
That day I awoke and needed medication for the nausea. My balance wasn't good. That evening I had trouble breathing. I would begin to doze off and suddenly I couldn't breathe. This usually jolted me awake. On one occasion it didn't. About 4 in the morning I was outside my body looking at it. I got such a shock when I realized it was my body I was looking at. It looked frighteningly ugly. I'd never seen a dead body before. It was grey and blue around the mouth. My body was dead!
Suddenly I heard God proclaim the word "Wellbeing" and the right side of my face began to come alive again - the colour started to come back into it. Then I was back in my body looking out through my eyes and filled with great joy. I began praising God. There seemed to be a crowd of people above me praying for me and rejoicing. I felt so much better.
The word of God is powerful. Life and death are in God's hand. The same Spirit that raised Christ from the dead, had raised me up too. Death could not hold Jesus back and it couldn't hold me back, nor could it prevent God's purposes for me from coming to pass.
On subsequent visits to the surgeon he said, "Don't you scar?" At first I thought that it was just his good surgery but each time I visted him he asked me the same thing after looking at the area he had cut. After the third time I thought God must have done something special to my skin as well ... no scarring!
These photos were taken when I was back home after each lot of surgery to left and right TM joint.