In my last post, I mentioned the Devil threw in one more punch on December 31st.
The job that I'm currently working involves helping handicapped people. I supervise a ISL home and work with 14-15 men to provide around the clock care and supervision for two men in their twenties that are mentally handicapped. Our duties include redirection when compulsive and destructive behaviors occur as well as documentation, cooking, cleaning, providing medication and checking vital signs. On December 31st, I was checking one of the young men's blood sugar levels and accidently stuck myself with the dirty needle. I immediately reported it to my company, and began to review the man's medical records for the various concerns. I found that he had not had any of the required tests and was faced with the possibility of exposure to a blood pathogen disease.
I started the morning of December 31st with the thought and prayer "Lord, this has been the hardest year of my life, I'm thankful you have been with me through it all, and I'm looking forward to 2012." I thought myself, "What else could've gone wrong?" A few hours later I found myself in a hospital getting tests and shots, thinking "The Devil had to give me one more good punch in 2011."
What happened that morning has shaken me more than anything else over the last year. I decided not to disclose what happened at the time. I went to a New Years get-together and put on the best face I could, but inside I was crying.
All I can say is that the last 21 days have made re-evaluate and question every aspect, priority and concern in my life.
The Devil began to convince me I was as good as dead. I have lived the last 21 days as a dead man walking. I spent 21 days in self-imposed solitary confinement. I avoided close physical contact with those I love. It's was hard not to kiss my adorable granddaughter, but I was scared. I would go to church and worship with all my heart, only to fall into despair once I was at home.
I was trusting GOD, but was convinced by the enemy, that wars against our souls, that I was finished.
Yesterday, we received the test results back from the man's blood test and it shows no signs of disease in any form. Praise GOD, there's no cause for worry! I'm so thankful for this!
During the 21 days, I fasted, prayed and talked to friends. I came to terms with the events of the last few years. I'm ready to move on. I'm ready to continue to fight the good fight. Even though I exiled myself to my bedroom, and spend much of the time in solitude: I felt my GOD, JESUS with me and I was not alone!
Attention Devil: GOD's not through with me yet, I'm still in the game! I refuse to be defined by the limitations of my current circumstances, I will rise above this and accomplish all that GOD requires of me!
