Our Father

I'm so blessed; yet sometimes I fail to recognize and give thanks for my blessings. One of them is the ability to sleep so well. I understand that many people in kemo (and out of it too) can't. Last night as I was falling asleep, I began to pray through the Lord's Prayer. "Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name." I talked to Him for a moment about His wonderful name, and then a few hours later I woke up again. "Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done." Again I talked briefly with Him about that and quickly fell asleep. And so on through the night. When I woke up this morning, I still hadn't gotten through "for Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever." Sounds like I'm not very attentive in prayer. But oh, I'm so thankful for sound sleep!

Yesterday was another bed day. But last evening I was able to go with Chuck and Jeremy to a dinner at which Dr. Tracy Goen spoke. He recounted amazing miracles of healing that God did in southwestern Nigeria in patients who were medically beyond hope. God used him and his doctor wife Patty and a Nigerian evangelist named Babangida to throw wide the doors to evangelize large segments of the Fulani people. (They are the largest nomadic group on earth, about 25-30 million spread across West Africa, who had vigorously resisted the good news about Jesus.) The dinner was sponsored by Project MedSend, a group that picks up med school debts for missionaries so they can get to their work without delay. Brilliant! Sure, I got tired, but it was worth it. And this morning I'm out of the deep kemo hole. I'll go to the office for at least part of the day.

By the way, Dr. Goen's story, including his being crowned as a king of the Fulani, was written in Christianity Today. If you'd like to read it, either post a comment here with your e-mail or e-mail me at carol.wilson@sim.org, and I'll send you the link.

In case you didn't check the past couple of days, I want to say again thanks for praying. I had wonderful hours of listening to great music (in and out of sleep), and read a few pages of good words for my soul. It's a big answer to prayer, because in the past I haven't been able to do that at all after kemo. I have a friend who calls it S.K. (Sweet Kemo). Cute, huh?

By the way, this would be a good time to check out Jeremy's blog. His posting on Wednesday, September 6, amazes me. jeremyinafrica.blogspot.com

Love,
Carol