Blessing Upon Blessing

I (Lori) had finally convinced Todd to go home and get some sleep, when after about an hour, he got called back because her lungs have filled with fluid, and her body is wearing down. What a true blessing it is to sit and watch her boys, one on each side of her bed, each holding a hand, pray over her and then sing several songs of worship. But then, muffled by her breathing mask, Mrs. Vickey starts them off on the next song! "He is the King of Kings. He is the Lord of Lords, His name is Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, oh, He is my King!" How precious, and such a blessing to be a witness of this remarkable moment from such a remarkable woman. Isn't that a true testimony of the woman of God that she is? I am reminded of Paul and Silas in their prison cell at midnight after a beating and singing praises in spite of their pain. God sent an earthquake to free them from their prison cell, and I won't be surprised a bit if the hospital starts shaking any minute to free her from the prison that her body has become. We are so thankful for Jesus, and the gift of salvation that He bought for each of us with His precious blood. The enemy of our souls might think he's winning a battle right now, but He's not. He might be destroying her body, but none can destroy her soul. We are thankful that soon she will have her new body, and will be living the life that Jesus died to give to her.