God speaks to us even today

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On Sun as I was getting my daughter ready for church I noticed she had stuffed something into her nose. I always take it upon myself to wipe the inside of my daughter's nose with a damp cloth to remove any dirt.  Days before then I had wiped the inside of her nose while struggling. I however ignored thinking since she's 2 years she's just seeking attention. On Sunday however I remembered how earlier this year she had put tissue. A voice in the background whispered get a torch and look inside her nose. Sure enough I saw a Foreign Body (FB) in her right nose. I panicked. 

I thought to myself how I have been pushing the FB deeper into the nose. The damage must be huge, I need to skip church and take her straight to hospital, I thought further.  A voice whispered go and worship God; that is where your strength shall come from. We went for mass (I am a Catholic).  The message was the body is useless without the spirit. God exists in the spirit of man not in the body. When God is inside the spirit of a human being the body shall obey. God enters the spirit of a human when the human welcomes Him. As the preaching went on I asked God, what next? How do I deal with the issue? Yes God answered. 

The back voice said get something to make your daughter sneeze. After church I went straight to the supermarket and got stuff that made her sneeze. I could now see the stuffing closer. When she slept, I got to remove the stuffing.  It was huge and smelly. Unfortunately it did not all get out. What remained was deep inside so I opted to take her to hospital. My daughter could not hold still and the paediatrician referred me to see the ENT the following day. She also advised on a method I would use to try get the stuffing out. I prayed I could remove it and not take her to see an ENT the following day. It didn't work overnight so I decided to take her to the ENT as advised. 

I had been asked to call the hospital before taking my daughter. This is because the clinic gets busy and I need an appointment. I called and was told the clinic could accommodate us. I was also told that since it's a child and it involves a FB, I would be attended immediately I got there. I went ahead to inquire about the cost. The cost involved made me sad. This month I have exceeded my normal spending and I knew I have no extra cash. Hubby too has had his share of overspending. Let's just say it's been a tight month for us. I thought of switching to a different hospital which I thought would be affordable. In the middle of my worrying a voice whispered, dare to trust me. I am in control. That was what I went with. On my way hubby sent me some money but it still wasn't enough. The same voice whispered, I am lessening your burden. 

We went to see the ENT and amazingly we were the first patients. Unfortunately my daughter couldn't hold still. The ENT recommended sedating my daughter to remove it all. He explained the risk of forcing the removal would bring bleeding. I was calm and agreed to take my daughter to the theatre. When we left the doc we found the waiting room full and went straight to get the next steps from the receptionist. A man came as we were talking to the receptionist and introduced himself as a Fr. X (name withheld) which sounded familiar. I asked and he confirmed the church and I now knew why the name was familiar. I looked at him and told him, please bless my daughter. Additionally I asked him to tell her to stop putting things in her nose. He placed his hand on her and smiled. Back to the receptionist. I need to pay. 

I am thinking this procedure is a one day procedure, will the insurance pay? The same voice whispered, trust me, I got this. I was all alone doing all the paperwork. It was tiring moving from one corner of the hospital to the other with my daughter on the back. I was told that my daughter was not to be fed anything as her theater procedure would be in the afternoon. We head to the pediatric section and she's offered some crisps as I am following up with the paperwork. I again panic and advice the parents not to give my daughter anything to eat; doctors instructions. They look at her and pity her. She's also agitated and remembers I carried some yogurt for her. She asks for it but I refuse. I get so overwhelmed in the middle of containing my daughter and paperwork. My daughter's name is called out. They inform me the insurance approved paying and I am asked to fill in details. 

I am getting frustrated then I hear someone call my daughter in the background. It's my good friend. She and I have had our differences lately. My analysis says she's mad at me. I don’t blame her. Lately I have really been misunderstood. She had brought her daughter to clinic and to see a doctor. Her daughter is a perfect distraction to mine. They head out together and I sit and comfortably fill the details. I forgot to mention when I was told about theater, I called my husband. He said he would work on coming to hospital. He works away from us. Our earlier communication was he would be coming the following day. He gets permission and additionally gets a company vehicle coming to Nairobi and gets a lift. Time flies because my friend and her husband are perfect company for us. We are called to go to the theater.

The waiting is overwhelming and I begin to wonder why it's taking so long. The voice again whispers, I got this. Remind yourself of the person's in the Bible that have been cured. I obey and do that. My daughter gets out of theater screaming and shouting. She's wild. I rush to pick her and she calms down amid struggles once in a while. My husband gets to hospital as we are calming our daughter. He talks to her on phone and she calms down.  She however didn't want the nurses to touch her and I am allowed to take her outside to her father. He stays with her as I make follow ups on what next. They inform me they are working on the bill as they get my daughter to cooperate. I decide to follow up on the bill. The cashier informs me not to worry he is in touch with the insurance people. To cut the story short. Everything was paid and we were discharged. Before discharging us my daughter cooperates and they confirm all her vital signs are good. We head home and all through I am thinking wow what just happened. The voice whispered my promises are yes and amen. Have faith even as small as the mustard seed and you shall move all the mountains. 

Ladies and gentlemen God is speaking to us daily. He speaks to us directly, through others and our everyday walk. To hear from Him we need to quiet our thoughts. Be more attentive to Him. Stay in remembrance of Him and watch Him manifest Himself in your life.  I am glad I took the opportunity to trust Him. Always remember, good or bad events have a deeper reason for occurring. This was something bad but God used it to trust Him more with what He has given me. He had assured me that He takes care of my needs. He has assured me that His plans over my life are good. I advise us all to trust Him. Taste Him and experience His goodness. I look forward to hearing from Him every day. I talk to Him about everything. He is my number one confidant. Make Him yours. You shall never regret. 

*Be blessed*