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Comment by blondie on November 22, 2011 at 9:32am

"Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God." - Psalm 42:5-6

Is your hope in God? If not, never forget that He promises that all things will work together for good for His children. Put your full trust in Him and He will deliver you from anything you're going through.

Comment by blondie on November 22, 2011 at 7:34am

As you Know Prayer is all we need. thanks.  their town is @ 4000 people, seems big to us our village is 249 and the village I work in is 910!  but very close knit community and he went to high school there, so alot of prayer services (even in our surrounding villiges) and fund raisers.  I will let Sheila know of your experience and your willing to help/talk....if that is alright with you?  very little contact right now and I know she is overwhelmed but maybe later......?

 

Please continue to pray  I'll keep you posted as I hear.

Comment by fishdad on November 21, 2011 at 6:37pm

Blondie,

Please let Sheila know that we have a lot of people praying. We KNOW the power of prayer. They've been on my mind all day. Please let us know if things work out on Tuesday as far as him getting to Walter Reed. Also, if there is any way that we can be of help or encouragement, please, please let us know. 

Thanks so much Blondie.

Robin

Comment by blondie on November 21, 2011 at 8:15am

"Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid." - John 14:27

 

As we go into this week, let's be thankful for all of the things in our lives - a wonderful Lord and Savior, family, friends, and everything else made possible by God.

Comment by blondie on November 21, 2011 at 8:04am

thanks all for your prayers, here are the last to notices from Sheila:

• Well, today was a little better day than yesterday. Yesterday, Nick's status was still critical hour by hour because he had been somewhat "rejecting" the blood they were giving him. Now, we're hopeful that the lab has figured out the right combination that is going to work for him. He still hasn't really woken up yet. On several occasions, he did open his eyes maybe a third of the way and see...med….. to at least look at you when you were talking to him. Other then that not real sign of movement. Please just keep praying for more miracles, folks, he’s had so many already, but please continue to ask God to send more for Nick’s healing and comfort and to guide the hands of the doctors and medical staff that are caring for him. (via Sheila)
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• - via Sheila Vogt - "Another good day today for Nick. He went to OR for wound cleaning and the wound on his left arm was closed. (Arm is good to go.) He is a little more awake today then he was yesterday. He had 4 army friends, that are stationed a few hours from here visit him today, three of them were WP classmates. Tomorrow we will get a report on the results of an EEG and a CT test (brain tests). Doctors say it is looking good so far, for a flight to Walter Reed Medical Center on Tuesday. We are hearing about all of the wonderful things that people are doing for Nick and our family. We love you all!"

Comment by fishdad on November 19, 2011 at 2:06pm

Blondie,

Please let Sheila know that they and Nick are being bathed in prayer. I'm going to pass this on to our prayer warriors here in Pa. Please continue to keep us updated and if they do get him back to the States soon, let us know where he is going to be. 

Thanks

Robin

Comment by blondie on November 19, 2011 at 9:06am

thanks April

Comment by April Ewing on November 19, 2011 at 8:48am

This is good to hear.  Keeping that prayer vigil going for Nick.

Comment by blondie on November 19, 2011 at 7:39am

Praise be to God!

Via Sheila Vogt - "We were at Nick's bed side today. It was wonderful to see him, touch him, talk to him and kiss him. I am convinced, even though he is still unconscious, he knew we were there. When we would talk to him his eye lids would flinch. He was in surgery again today before we saw him. They did another wound wash and dialysis session. He remains stable. Hope to get him back to the United States soon. We told him about everyones love and prayers for him. Please keep praying."

Comment by blondie on November 18, 2011 at 10:24am

too touching not to share, grap the kleenex an Praise and THANK God!

The Faith of a Child
This is story was written by a doctor who worked in South Africa...

One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator). We also had no special feeding facilities.

Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle.

She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst (rubber perishes easily in tropical climates). "And it is our last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.

"All right," I said, "put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm."

The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.

During prayer time, one ten-year old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. "Please, God" she prayed, "send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead so please send it this afternoon."

While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added, "And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?"

As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, "Amen". I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything, the Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator!

Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the verandah, was a large twenty-two pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children.

Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box.

From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas - that would make a batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the.....could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out - yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle. I cried.

I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, "If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly too!" Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted!

Looking up at me, she asked: "Can I go over with you and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?"

That parcel had been on the way for five whole months. Packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child - five months before, in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it "that afternoon."

"Before they call, I will answer" (Isaiah 65:24)

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