Throwing Up in Your Sleep
"This past week has been an interesting one. In many
ways, I have been under a big attack physically. I have had
a spastic colon that God healed a couple of years ago. The
doctors put me on some medication for my diabetes which
caused my colon to act up. I stopped taking the medication
last week but instead of the symptoms going away right away,
it lingered for almost a
week. I got some friends to pray for me after church Sunday
and all is well with that. The fact that it lasted so long
after discontinuing the medication started to get me worried
and understanding that something much bigger was going on. I
believe that much of it is an attack.
What happened Sunday morning confirms to me that I have been
under spiritual attack from the evil one. I awoke at a
little after 3AM Sunday morning. The mere fact that I woke
up is a complete miracle of God. I had thrown up in my sleep
and had sucked it all into my lungs, completely blocking my
airway. I live alone. People who die in their sleep, die
from this. They DO NOT wake up! I was awakened, lungs full
of stuff, unable to move any air in or out of my lungs. I
was totally unable to talk.
I got up and went into the bathroom. I was able to force a
tiny breath into my already totally expanded lungs but
nothing out. As I was standing in the bathroom fighting to
move any air in or out of my lungs, I realized that there
was a spiritual battle going on also. After over 2 minutes
of being conscious and not breathing, my mouth was really
nasty tasting so I bent over the sink and spit out. A tiny
gasp of exhaled air came out finally from my lungs. I spent
the next 4-5 minutes breathing like this, ever so slightly,
very small amounts in and out, standing and bending over,
until I started coughing and choking and trying to spit up
(although nothing was thrown up at
all--my stomach was completely empty). I coughed a small
amount up and swallowed it but that was it.
As you can imagine, this shook me up. I called my doctor and
have been put on some medication for reflux. They keep
telling me how lucky I am to be alive since this is not
something you recover from but rather a cause of death. I
tell them that it was God and that He decides the day I will
die and go to be with Him. I was sent for some chest X-rays.
I was told at the hospital that they would not take a
walk-in. They called up and I was able to get the X-rays
done. The woman who was checking me in was a Christian and I
shared with her what God had done. She kept shaking her head
and telling me that God was not done with me yet either. She
was praising God with me that I survived this.
As you can see, God's hand of protection is all over what is
going on in my life here. My doctors caution me because I am
not taking the fact that I almost died very seriously and
that there could still be some ill effects from my ordeal. I
am asking for prayers of both protection and that I would
heal completely. They are monitoring me for signs of
infection or damage from all of this. I am easily winded and
my lungs just don't feel normal. Pray that they would clear
and all would be well.
Thanks" Robin
rhubbard@firstam.com (Received on Sunday December 16, 2000)
