Editor's note: "You crown the year with your bounty, and your carts overflow with abundance." This is a middle-aged male believer's record of his mother's healing experience and personal journey. Facing a sudden illness, this brother who was once in grief, anxiety, and weakness was moved by his mother's joy and simple faith in the Lord, being deeply aware of the grace and blessings coming from God in the suffering.
The following is a first-person account of him:
At around 2 am on January 20 of this year, awakened by my mother's painful moans, I hurriedly got up to check on my mother. Knowing her stomach was hurting, I immediately led her in praying together, asking for the Lord's mercy and healing. However, after the prayer, the mother still felt unbearable pain.
Asking for a taxi, I took my mother to the local hospital for emergency treatment. After arriving at the hospital, we did infusions and examinations. After these treatments, my mother's pain was finally relieved to a large extent.
At 9 am that day, my mother started her ten-day treatment journey in the digestive department ward of the hospital.
Thanks to the Lord, the conditions of the ward were very comfortable and clean. We were also surprised by the double bed and independent bathroom in the ward. It seemed that my mother would be treated without any worries.
In addition to the ward facilities, what surprised us most was that the aunt in the same ward with us was also a Christian. After a day or two of communicating, we came to know that her home was a meeting point in a neighboring township and her husband is also a Christian.
For the next few days, our two families prayed and praised together in the ward, listening to Sunday sermons together. What's more grateful was that another patient is also a Christian who joined us. Being happy every day thanks to this young female believer's company, my mother and the aunt in the next bed were often in tears of laughter.
After ten days of treatment and observation, my mother was diagnosed with intestinal obstruction and needed to be transferred to another hospital for further treatment.
The day after my mother left the hospital, I heard that the old believer in the same ward had also been discharged to go home. I later learned that she had been taken away by the Lord five days later and maybe she also felt the love and joy from Christ in her last moments.
My mother was transferred to an old hospital with relatively poor conditions and facilities which I had concerns and fears about.
Although I read the Bible and prayed for strength every day, I was always afraid when I thought of my mother who was intubated on the sickbed and would undergo the surgery with unknown prospects. I worried that I would never see my mother again when I woke up. When I washed her feet every day, my tears wouldn’t stop falling. Looking at my mother on the hospital bed, I often told myself, "It would be better if I could suffer instead of her!"
Although I was often weak, my mother's faith was much stronger than mine. In the new ward, my mother continued her devotions, including reading scriptures in bed every day and singing hymns to herself before surgery. Every time there was a new patient in the ward, my mother would share the Gospel with them one by one. Though the patients in the ward changed frequently, my mother's evangelism never stopped.
On account of the successful surgery, she was recovering well. But she could not help preaching the Gospel to the other patients in the corridor. In front of a dozen people, my mother talked and sang without stage fright, not seeming to be a patient at all.
After my mother was discharged from the hospital, this special period of hospital life with my mother became a precious experience in my own faith. Looking back on the days and nights in the ward, I did find that our carts overflowed with abundance.
Finally, I would like to thank all believers for their prayers, such as the disabled fellowship, the brothers fellowship, the elderly fellowship and the gathering site. I'm grateful for the Lord's care and healing.
- Translated by Luke Liu
编者按：“你以恩典为年岁的冠冕，你的路径都滴下脂油。”这是一位中年弟兄关于自己母亲患病得医治经历及个人心路历程的记录。面对突如其来的疾病，一度陷入忧伤、焦虑和软弱中的弟兄却被母亲的喜乐与单纯向主的信心所打动，也更加深刻的认识到苦难中那来自神的恩典祝福。
以下是按照弟兄第一人称口吻叙述：
今年正月二十凌晨两点多，正在睡梦中的我被母亲痛苦的呻吟声唤醒。我赶忙爬起来了解母亲的状况，母亲对我说肚子疼得难受，我便随即拉着她一起祷告，求主怜悯医治。但是，祷告结束后，母亲还是觉得疼痛难忍。
我便立刻下楼打车，带着母亲前往当地医院挂急诊。到了医院，输液、检查……经过好一顿忙活，症状可算减轻了不少。
当天早上9点多，母亲在医院的消化内科病房开始了她十几天的治疗旅程。
感谢主的预备，病房的条件十分舒适整洁，双人间的病床和独立卫生间也让我们倍感惊喜，看来母亲可以安心养病了。
除了病房设施，最令我们惊喜的是，跟我们同病房的阿姨竟然也是一位基督徒！经过一两天的交流，我们才知道，这位阿姨是我们邻近乡镇的，老伴也信主，她的家还是教会的接待点。
在随后的几天中，我们两个家庭共同在病房祷告，共同赞美，还一起聆听主日证道。而更加值得感恩的是，又一位病友姊妹的加入。得益于这位姊妹的陪伴，我们病房里每天都被欢声笑语所萦绕，母亲和隔壁床的老姊妹更是常常笑出了眼泪。
经过十天的治疗观察，母亲的疾病被确诊为肠梗阻，需要转院继续治疗
母亲转院次日，听说这位老姊妹也出院回家了，后来知道，老姊妹在出院五天后就被主接走了。这位姊妹在最后时刻依旧感受到了来自基督的爱与喜乐。
随着转到条件、环境、设施都相对落后的旧院区，我对于母亲的病情开始有了担忧与恐惧。
虽说每天都在读经祷告，求主加力，但是一想起病榻上浑身插管的母亲以及前景未知的手术，我总是不由自主地害怕，害怕一觉醒来再也见不到母亲。每天为母亲洗脚时，我的泪水总是止不住的滑落。“如果我能代替母亲受苦遭罪该多好啊！”看着病床上的母亲，我常常在心中默念着。
虽然内心常常软弱，但比起我，母亲的信心却大了许多，在新病房里，母亲的灵修敬拜依旧不停，每天都躺在床上读经学习，手术前还拿着赞美诗本为自己唱诗打气。每当病房里来了新的病友，母亲都会积极地向他们传福音，来一个传一个，病友不断轮换，母亲的福音传播始终不停。
母亲的手术很成功，身体也恢复了许多。在床上坐不住的她又到楼道里给其他病房的病友传福音，面对十几个人，老人家又说又唱，毫不怯场，根本看不出是个病人。
随着母亲的顺利出院，这一段陪伴母亲的特殊医院生活也成为了我自己信仰中的一次宝贵经历，回顾在病房里的日夜，确实发现我们走过的路径都伴随着主恩典的脂油。
附注：最后也感谢教会残障团契，弟兄会，老年团契，聚会点等所有弟兄姊妹的恒切代祷，感谢主的看顾保守，感谢主的医治。
【见证】母亲患病蒙神医治的经历，也同样医治了我的心灵
Editor's note: "You crown the year with your bounty, and your carts overflow with abundance." This is a middle-aged male believer's record of his mother's healing experience and personal journey. Facing a sudden illness, this brother who was once in grief, anxiety, and weakness was moved by his mother's joy and simple faith in the Lord, being deeply aware of the grace and blessings coming from God in the suffering.
The following is a first-person account of him:
At around 2 am on January 20 of this year, awakened by my mother's painful moans, I hurriedly got up to check on my mother. Knowing her stomach was hurting, I immediately led her in praying together, asking for the Lord's mercy and healing. However, after the prayer, the mother still felt unbearable pain.
Asking for a taxi, I took my mother to the local hospital for emergency treatment. After arriving at the hospital, we did infusions and examinations. After these treatments, my mother's pain was finally relieved to a large extent.
At 9 am that day, my mother started her ten-day treatment journey in the digestive department ward of the hospital.
Thanks to the Lord, the conditions of the ward were very comfortable and clean. We were also surprised by the double bed and independent bathroom in the ward. It seemed that my mother would be treated without any worries.
In addition to the ward facilities, what surprised us most was that the aunt in the same ward with us was also a Christian. After a day or two of communicating, we came to know that her home was a meeting point in a neighboring township and her husband is also a Christian.
For the next few days, our two families prayed and praised together in the ward, listening to Sunday sermons together. What's more grateful was that another patient is also a Christian who joined us. Being happy every day thanks to this young female believer's company, my mother and the aunt in the next bed were often in tears of laughter.
After ten days of treatment and observation, my mother was diagnosed with intestinal obstruction and needed to be transferred to another hospital for further treatment.
The day after my mother left the hospital, I heard that the old believer in the same ward had also been discharged to go home. I later learned that she had been taken away by the Lord five days later and maybe she also felt the love and joy from Christ in her last moments.
My mother was transferred to an old hospital with relatively poor conditions and facilities which I had concerns and fears about.
Although I read the Bible and prayed for strength every day, I was always afraid when I thought of my mother who was intubated on the sickbed and would undergo the surgery with unknown prospects. I worried that I would never see my mother again when I woke up. When I washed her feet every day, my tears wouldn’t stop falling. Looking at my mother on the hospital bed, I often told myself, "It would be better if I could suffer instead of her!"
Although I was often weak, my mother's faith was much stronger than mine. In the new ward, my mother continued her devotions, including reading scriptures in bed every day and singing hymns to herself before surgery. Every time there was a new patient in the ward, my mother would share the Gospel with them one by one. Though the patients in the ward changed frequently, my mother's evangelism never stopped.
On account of the successful surgery, she was recovering well. But she could not help preaching the Gospel to the other patients in the corridor. In front of a dozen people, my mother talked and sang without stage fright, not seeming to be a patient at all.
After my mother was discharged from the hospital, this special period of hospital life with my mother became a precious experience in my own faith. Looking back on the days and nights in the ward, I did find that our carts overflowed with abundance.
Finally, I would like to thank all believers for their prayers, such as the disabled fellowship, the brothers fellowship, the elderly fellowship and the gathering site. I'm grateful for the Lord's care and healing.
- Translated by Luke Liu
My Mother's Disease Curing Experience Also Heals My Heart
