Lori talks with God

Lori's  first serious dating with a man lasted six and a half years. He proposed, she accepted and a wedding date was set. He cheated on her and that's when Lori moved from Wisconsin to Florida on what was supposed to be her wedding day.

Her second relationship with a man was more of a friendship but it ended tragically when he died of a diabetes complication.

Years passed as Lori  focused on a career as a certified hand therapist with a leading orthopedic practice. One day driving to work there was a particular beautiful sunrise. She was praising the Lord for this special moment and then audibly talked to God in her car.

Lori says her end of the conversation went something like this: "God it would be nice if you could provide me a husband who knows you, is six foot, about 200 pounds, has blue eyes and would be my protector, provider and make me his priority."  She doesn't know why but she added, "and it is ok Lord if he doesn't pickup after himself."

A few weeks later Lori met  Ryan  while working out in the gym.  He is a Godly man, 6'5", weighing 250 pounds and has blue eyes. After weeks of casual conversations at the gym he asks her out.

They were married  two and a half  years later and as the saying goes the rest is history. Oh yes, he doesn't pickup after himself. (Be careful what you ask for in prayer)

 "He takes after his dad," Lori says, "but he is getting better, although I still keep the door to his office closed when we expect company."

Lori and Ryan happily celebrated their tenth anniversary in 2015 each surprising the other with a ring purchased from the same jeweler.

Lori  Frailing                                                                                                                              

 Lakewood Ranch, Fl.

John's Miracle Recovery

John's Miracle Recovery

 

In mid July 2009 on the island of Kauai, Hawaii I became very sick. I had been healthy all my 63 years and this was a new experience for me. After a week of high fever, aches and waking up with the sweats, I called my doctor friend in Montana. After hearing my symptoms Dan said I needed to see a local doctor.

 

I did and he thought it was a sinus infection. After a few days I started getting vertigo, and seeing double. I decided if I didn’t feel better in the morning I would go to the emergency room.

 

In the morning, still feeling lousy, I took a cab from where I lived outside of Koloa to the hospital on Kauai where I was admitted with what was originally thought to be double pneumonia. It was not. While my lungs sounded clear, x-rays revealed two white clouds.

 

 I was transferred by air taxi to the Staub Medical Center in Honolulu. Here I tested positive for Wegener’s granulomatosis, a rare autoimmune disease that attacks the organs of the body, in my case the lungs.

 

I do not remember of lot of the initial weeks in intensive care as I was drugged and in an induced coma. I was not expected to live very long and my wife and three daughters were called. They came from Montana to visit me for the last time. I did not know they were even there.

My body weight went from 167 to 132. Massive doses of steroids were given me as part of my treatment. I had a ventilator and had all sorts of tubes in my body. I was literally a rag doll and could only move the muscles in my neck. An emergency button  was draped over my shoulder so I could press it with my neck. I remember thinking. how am I going to possibly come back from this. I believed I couldn’t and became totally depressed.

 

The bed I was in was a special physical therapy bed which could be set to do a wave like motion under the body. It wasn’t suppose to be on for me but it was. The motion caused me to move sideways and my body became lodged between the mattress and the sideboard. I was being squeezed with my arms dangling helplessly over the side of the bed. I could not move my head to press the call button. I was crying out “nurse help…nurse help!”

 

Then a strange thing happened. It was as if my spirit had left my body. I was sitting on the edge of a small stream with tall wet grass along the banks. A mist was rising from the water. I knew if I just lay down in the wet grass it would be over. No more struggles. There would be peace. My spirit was ready to totally give up.

 

Then a hand gripped my shoulder. I “sprung back.”

 

I heard, “Can I help you?”

After getting help I found out the man who touched my shoulder was the pastor at the hospital. He told me that he received a call 30 minutes earlier from my friend Jim in  Montana who asked that the Chaplain look me up.

 

From that moment on I never had depression again. In fact, during the rest of my hospital stay I was even joyful. My spirit was strong and I made dramatic progress physically.

 

 Within two weeks I was completely off the ventilator and oxygen. I still could not move a muscle but my physical therapist thought my muscles were ‘firing’ and I believed him. He massaged my muscles and moved my limbs.

 

I was relocated from Intensive Care to the sixth floor of the hospital where they put patients who are recovering.  I worked hard and talked and joked with almost every aide and nurse on that floor.

 

One day the doctors looked at me and my progress and said, “John you are a living miracle.” They suggested I be transferred to a nursing home in Montana where I would be near friends and my support system.

 

The Flying Nurses International flew with me from Honolulu to Salt Lake City and onto Glacier International Airport in Kalispell, Mt.

 

It wasn’t until I was back in Montana that I learned that my doctor friend Dan and Jim, who I knew from my appraisal business, had been meeting and praying for me daily throughout my ordeal.

 

You see, the doctors were right, I am a living miracle. And I was right, I could not come back on my own. I have no doubt that God through His grace spared my life and used my friends, care givers and that Chaplain to help me.

 

John Woods

Kauai, HI