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It was another bad evening last night. Al was on the death roll subject, and as I was in my bedroom, I could hear through the baby monitor talking. This is what he was saying.
God I want to die so bad, please help me. Oh God, please listen to me, I am begging you to help me. Satan wants me God, he won’t leave. I keep telling him to leave me alone, but he won’t listen. No one cares about me, they all just want me to be locked away. Please help me God, I want to die today.
As I heard this conversation going on, I decided to interfere, and so I walked in his room and asked him if there was anything that he needed, that I was just checking in on him. He began to cry, and saying how bad he wanted to die, and that God was just not listening to him.
He told me that Satan was laughing at him, so this is where I took my cue to help. I told Al that Satan so wants to take him away from God and he will say or do anything to believe that God does not count.
I explained how to pray and to tell Satan to leave him and his room, that he belonged to God. I have done this many times for him, but I was informed of recent, that it really needed to be Al doing this instead of me.
I started to turn away and leave then, and then heard Al start to pray. I didn’t know whether to continue walking or stand still out of respect. My feet were frozen to the floor and I was barely breathing, as Al prayed telling Satan to leave him alone. The next words out of his mouth were,
God I have asked Satan to leave, so can you take me home now?
I continued on out the door, when there was no more speaking to be heard.
I went back to the computer and in about maybe ten minutes, Al comes storming out to where I was and he is standing right in front of me. The look in his eyes was rage and if I had been looking closer, I think I would have seen steam coming out of his nostrils. I asked him what is wrong, I was just in there and you seemed very calm and at peace, and he says;
God is mad at you now! I said this can not be true, as God is a loving God and he does not get mad at us. He said, yep, you have blown it now sister. You walked out of my room and you were saying F— Y— to God. My mouth dropped open. God is not letting you into heaven, because you made fun of him. I just wanted to tell you that God hates you now!
I sat there for a moment, and then I repeated to him that God does not get mad, and that I had done nothing and surely had never said the words he had just accused me of. As Al walked back into his room, he turned around to me and snarled, that he was just warning me.
For some reason I did not freak out, nor run to my bedroom to hide from Al. Instead I knew that Al had gotten through to God and God had been listening, but someone else had been listening also, Satan. Wow, Satan was pissed off big time! He was some how using Al to scare me and to keep his hold on Al.
I gave it about five minutes and I went back to check on him, and when I entered his room, Al was reading his Bible and he looked up at me and he smiled, and he said
What’s up sis?
I said I was just checking to see if he needed anything and he said he was fine.
Wow, oh wow! I think, no I am positive, that I had just witnessed the war between Satan and man! God won though. Al slept all through the night, and I once again received six hours of uninterrupted sleep again.
This morning? Al came out and said hi sis and I saw a small smile. He asked for his pain medications and I said alright. He did his thing and so did I, and so far all is quiet.
Next round Satan?
I have blogged last evening about helping to get Al’s mind off of his pain, and I have made the suggestion of sending him a get well or just a funny card through the mail. Something for him to touch and hold and he can look at it anytime he wishes. So many of you have responded already and I am just so touched.
Al I am sure he will accept any card that is for him!! His interests are cars and coca cola, and funny animals, but anything with God on it will be nice also.
If you are willing to participate, please email me and I will email you back our physical address. I just want to help Al as much as I can and he will be thrilled that he is getting mail all for him!
My email address is:
FYI— The family doctor called me yesterday and told me that he did not feel comfortable going to the next level of medications with Al’s heart, seizure, and blood pressure problems, so he gave me the phone number of a Pain Medication Clinic. I called as soon as I hung up from him, and the very soonest appointment is set for November 28th. I am upset, I am sorry, this is the soonest? I have a human being here plotting on how to end his life, and this is over a month way. Please pray with me, that a cancellation happens. Al needs to see a doctor sooner than this. This is the only doctor that can deal with Al’s situation.