A Miracle: I Survived The Bite Of A Black Widow Spider

(FYI: Nothing in this missive is to be taken as medical advice. If you are in need, go to the Great Physician.)

It was in the middle of the summer, and the temperature had soared to over a hundred degrees every day for the past three weeks. Our puny little air conditioner could never seem to keep up with the heat. I was getting sick of it. Literally.

So when my husband told me that it was going to be another blistering day, I decided to take my paperwork and go downstairs to sit by the air conditioner.

But the Holy Spirit told me no. “Stay up here and work,” He told me.

But I became angry at the command. “No!” I said in response. “I am sick and tired of being so hot all the time! I’m getting a break from it!”

So I took my work and went downstairs.

It was much cooler there. I sat at the table (this was the school table where we did our work during the week,) and felt relieved as I felt the cool breeze on my skin.

Then I felt something crawling on my leg. I thought it must be the fly that had been in the kitchen earlier. I felt the Holy Spirit tell me to look and make sure, but once again, I foolishly ignored Him. Without looking, I used my other foot to brush it off my leg.

That night, began one of the worst nights of my life. My heart pounded like it was trying to escape my chest, and every time I tried to lay down, I felt my lungs fill up with fluid till I had to sit up just to breathe. My head ached, and I felt almost like I had a severe case of the flu.

For three days, I was intensely ill.

I went back to the Lord and begged for His forgiveness, and asked Him to have mercy on me and help me. I push prayed until I heard Him give me directions. He told me not to go to the hospital, but instead was to take a certain number of vitamin C’s, B vitamins, and calcium pills, and to repeat this as He instructed.

I told Him that I could not, for I had run out of calcium pills several days ago, and was waiting for the shipment to arrive any day.

“Go look,” He said.

“It’s not there, Lord! I’d just be wasting my energy!”

“GO LOOK!”, He insisted.

Sigh. I knew my God was not going to give up. So I said “Fine! I’ll go look!”

It wasn’t where I usually keep it; it was sitting right at eye level, in front of the other bottles of assorted vitamins.

I was amazed. I figured that my husband had probably seen the shipment, and had begun unpacking it for me, but got called away before he could put them all away.

I thanked God, took the medicine, and slowly started to feel better.

A week later, and I was still suffering from the strange symptoms. So I went to the doctor.

He listened to my symptoms, looked at my swollen leg, (It looked like I had a half a grapefruit hiding under the skin,) and promptly diagnosed me with a black widow spider bite. He said I was fortunate that I had survived the poison, but that there was little he could do for me now, as the worst of the danger had passed. (The anti-venom was contraindicated this late in the game.)

So I went home, and researched on line what one could do for a black widow spider bite. To my amazement, one web site suggested taking large doses of vitamin C, B vitamins, and calcium, every few hours.

I thanked my husband for putting the bottle of calcium in my closet, but he said he didn’t do it. “Maybe one of the boys did it,” he replied. I figured he must be right.

But a week later, I got a notice in my email from the supplier of those calcium pills. “We are sorry to inform you, that the product you ordered has not yet shipped out, because it is still on back order…”

I was shocked. I went back into the closet to stare at the bottle of calcium pills. They looked no different from what I usually use. They were the same brand and dose as I usually keep on hand. But I took them and hugged them to my chest, and thanked God for sending them to me. When they ran out, I wanted to keep the bottle to remember it by, but the Lord said it might become an idol and that I was not to keep it, so I threw it out.

The symptoms lasted for close to a year. It is not something I would wish upon another living thing, ever.

This last night of Hanukkah, we remember what the Lord Jesus has done for us. This was one of them.

May you be blessed abundantly by the Lord God of all,
C. Dunamis

Food Sacrificed Unto Idols

 

(This incident happened back in 07′, a few years after we finally stopped celebrating Easter, due to its pagan and unscriptural history, and the pleadings of the Holy Spirit to stop.)

 

I was suffering from a horrible bladder infection.

 

All the special pain medicines that usually relieved such a curse were not working. They actually made the burning worse.

 

The doctors had been called in on the case, and various antibiotics had been prescribed, course after course, to no avail. They could not understand why the pain remained.  Some suspected allergies, while others blamed it on my not being able to tolerate the big guns of antibiotics.  One even claimed that it was probably psychosomatic or “all in my head”.  (Oi! As if I would decide in my own mind to have such a horrid affliction!)

 

Finally I went to  my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, and pleaded with Him during prayer, to please help me. (Foolish of me to have waited till all other hope was gone, before turning to Him, eh?)

 

As I prayed, the burning and pain was so bad, that I could not sit still. I just kept crying and crying. I’m glad the Lord could still understand my prayers, for my voice must have been barely coherent.

 

He waited patiently until all my tears were spent, and then He brought to my mind some candy that I had been eating recently.

 

This left me bewildered, as I could not understand what that had to do with my bladder infection.

 

“No, Lord! Please! What about my bladder infection?”

(Which was my way of saying ‘Come on now Lord, stay on topic!’)

 

But again, he brought to mind that candy.

 

They were whipped strawberry cream eggs, whipped raspberry cream eggs, and coconut eggs, all coated in rich dark chocolate.

 

They were my very favorite candy, and they were only available once a year. This particular year, I purchased all I could afford before Easter, and then went back and bought even more the day after Easter, when they were deeply discounted. I had stored them in the freezer, and was eating one or two a day, after my meals as a special treat. This had been going on for many, many weeks, and I had several months of these candy eggs left. I felt as If I had stored up a treasure right in my own freezer, and was thankful for my ability to do this.

 

These chocolate eggs were what the Lord was bringing repeatedly back to my mind? But why? What could they possibly have to do with my bladder infection?

 

The Lord did not answer my question right away. Instead He simply said: “Stop eating them.”

 

This was hard for me to think of doing. They were my favorite treat, and I had even managed to stock up my freezer with them!

 

“Stop eating them.”

 

Oh, the thought of giving these things up for good was just too much for me to contemplate! I hemmed and hawed, hoping for some kind of reason to disobey my Lord, but found none.

 

So I made the decision to stop eating them, to at least see what would happen.

 

But in my mind I still wondered. Why this candy? I had other chocolate bars in the house as well, but he was not bringing them up to mind at all. So what made these so different?

 

Then the Lord answered me.

 

“In My eyes, they are as food sacrificed unto idols.”

 

Shock roiled through  me, as His words filtered through my brain. I had never thought that such Easter (or any other man made holiday,) candy, was actually a sacrifice to other gods. But as I thought of it more, I began to see why the Lord would say this. These sweet items were not made for the glory of Jesus. They were made in remembrance of other gods. Their shape alone signified this, as well as the fact that they were only available at that certain time of the year. So in essence, by eating these items, I was still partaking of the pagan celebration for which they were made.

 

Tentatively I then asked Him, “Could I still have chocolate covered whipped strawberry cream candy if it was in a basic shape and was available at all times during the year?”

 

His answer was quick and sure. “Yes.”

 

Well, within three days of stopping the candy, my bladder infection was gone. Hallelujah!

 

I waited another week just to be sure, and then I ate another chocolate covered whipped strawberry egg, just to see what would happen.

 

The severe burning returned before I had the chance to even eat it all. Three bites into it, I stopped, and then fully repented. I threw out the rest of the egg I was eating, and all those cases of candy from my freezer into the garbage, and then begged forgiveness from my God.

 

This time it took five days before the burning pain finally went away.

 

That Christmas, a friend gave me a chocolate covered  peanut butter candy bar in the shape of a Christmas tree. I ate it, having completely forgotten the past experience with the Easter egg.

 

Sure enough, within the hour after eating it, the burning painful bladder returned, and I then remembered what had happened to me with the Easter egg.

 

I have eaten plain round shaped chocolate covered whipped strawberry cream candies and chocolate covered peanut butter cups without any problems or pain. I can have them to this day.

 

But, still, also to this day, I can not eat any candy made into a shape that gives remembrance or glory to another god or pagan holiday, without getting that burning sensation in my bladder.

 

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“Wherefore my sentence is, that we trouble not them of the Gentiles that are turned to God, But that we send unto them, that they abstain themselves from filthiness of idols, and fornication, and that is strangled, and from blood. (Acts 15:19-20, Geneva 1599)

 

“For as touching the Gentiles, which believe, we have written, and determined that they observe no such thing, but that they keep themselves from things offered to idols, and from blood, and from that that is strangled, and from fornication.” (Acts 21:25, Geneva 1599)

 

“But I have a few things against thee, because thou hast there them that maintain the doctrine of Balaam, which taught Balak to put a stumbling block before the children of Israel, that they should eat of things sacrificed unto idols, and commit fornication. (Revelation 2:14, Geneva 1599)

 

“Notwithstanding, I have a few things against thee, that thou sufferest the woman Jezebel which calleth herself a prophetess, to teach and to deceive my servants, to make them commit fornication and to eat meat sacrificed unto idols. (Revelation 2:20, Geneva 1599)

 

Note: To read the 1 Corinthians scriptures on this topic, and for those who think that Paul changed the rules, allowing Christians to eat anything, please read: http://www.bibleserralta.com/ChristiansIdolsAndSacrifices.html

 

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Tag-Along To The Angels

(Journal entry from May 7th, 2001)

I tried different medicine last night, (had to; the old one was discontinued.) It was ‘Entex PSE’, for the sinuses. I sensed God telling me not to try it at bed time, but to wait until morning. I shrugged off the warning and took it.

Twenty minutes later I started feeling strange, dizzy, nerves all jumpy, and my sinuses getting drier. Forty five minutes later, I went to bed.

The nightmares were horrendous.

I sensed I was not alone, I sensed evil spirits by me, waiting to pounce on me. But I shrugged that feeling off too, and went to sleep.

It was then, that they fell upon me and tormented me.

At first, I could hear them, their taunting laughter, but could not see them. Then their laughter and their shadows, came closer and closer, till I took flight and ran from them.

Then they caught me. They fell upon me in groups, gnawing and chewing, hitting and grabbing and pulling. I’d try to ignore them, then I tried to shoo them away. But they remained. It wasn’t until I cried out for Jesus, that they gave pause. Then they tried to silence me, by sitting upon my mouth. They talked about all the worst things they could do for me, and decided to try taunting me about my weakness with food. They got me to eat and drink, knowing how awful it was for me to do so, mocking my inability to say no. Again, I tried ignoring them, and then shooing them away. In the end I broke though, and cried out for my God.

They silenced me again. This time, they decided to have me raped, and taunted me of what my husband would think of me then. But this time I did not ignore them or try to shoo them away. I distanced my spirit-self from my body, and told them that it would not matter; my husband knows how faithful I am to him, and so it would not matter, he would still love me. This gave them pause and great anguish, I guess I was very convincing, and they guessed what I spoke was the truth.

But they decided to have me raped anyways. As the one they had chosen was about to begin, I again cried out for Jesus. Again, it gave them pause, as they re-focused on closing my mouth.

But I kept crying out for Him. Louder and louder, till my whole being shouted out His name. Then I broke through the barrier, and knew my God had heard my cry.

And so had my husband laying next to me.

Slowly, I struggled out from under the dream, and awoke.

I reassured my husband that I was o.k., and that I’d had nightmares from the medicine.

Then I got down on my knees to God, and prayed.

I cast all haunting demons from my presence and house, by calling on my Jesus to do so, claiming that as the daughter of a King, I had the right to ask.

Then I asked that He send His angels down to keep watch over me and my family, even in my dreams, and prevent satan and all his minions, from troubling us.

And last, but not least, I then asked Him, on amore personal level, if He could please have me dream instead, of HIS angels.

I told Him, how sorry I was, for disobeying Him, and that I would not go back and take any more of the medicine. I told Him, I knew (sensed) He would not completely remove the consequence from my sin, and that I’d still have the physical distress from the medicine till it wore off, but I asked Him for mercy, for His lenience, to please gift me with dreams of His angels, while I slept. (I knew I could not stay awake for the night.) I knew my subconscious, touched and distorted as it was, would still give me odd dreams all on its own, from the medicine. And I figured that dreams of angels would be good dreams. (In the past, I sometimes would ask God to send me dreams of His will for me. But I thought that might still be too upsetting to my nerves, while I was still on the drug.)

I then climbed back into my husbands arms, and went back to sleep.

And I dreamed of angels. I observed them as they went about their work, gathering together in the heavens, going to and fro, from our dimension to theirs, from theirs to ours. Doing the will of God, assisting someone here, rescuing another there.

All through the night, I played ‘tag along’ to the angels, and went wherever they went. I stayed within the limits of their glow, their presence, and watched them.

The last one I watched work, before waking to this world, pulled a child out of the path of an awful auto accident. Two cars were colliding with each other, and the child, high elementary age, was caught in the middle of it. The people, the places, were foreign to me, and the time was daylight, so I knew I was seeing what was happening on the other side of the earth from where I came from.

At first it troubled me, that this child, its parents, never even knew how close they came to the child dying. Only the angels and the God they served, stopped it from happening. But right before waking, I realized that it didn’t matter, and all would work out and they would ‘come to’ in the end. I marveled how the angels didn’t care AT ALL, if they were noticed by those they cared for. If they did, so be it, if they didn’t, so be it. (I wished I could be like them!)

Towards morning, I drifted back down into my sleep, and awoke, heart untroubled.

Immediately, upon consciousness, I smiled up at my God and thanked Him for the angel dreams.

What an awesome God we have!