In 1997 during high dose chemotherapy in the hospital my port implant became clogged, and nurses had to stick my skin to get blood. After a few days I felt like a pin cushion, so I prayed and asked the Lord to fix it. When the sweet little Asian nurse came in to draw blood I asked her to use the port.
“But honey,” she said, “it doesn’t work yet. We’ll get it fixed.” “Please try it because I prayed.” She did, and when red rushed through the tube she shouted. “Praise the Lord!”
1 Corinthians 15:57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Psalm 55:22 Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee: he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.
