Third Phase of Covid: part 1 Visions with the LORD

The Life is in the Blood:

Visions with the LORD

There were moments surrounding my prayer exchanges with friends — mostly on WhatsApp groups and sometimes over the phone — that I found myself interacting with GOD in such an intimate way that He deepened my trust in Him and gave me a sense of direction for Alan’s healing. The LORD led me to scriptures and revealed pictures to me, which I thought confirmed His initial word, “Alan will recover”.

A particularly poignant time while Alan was still on the ventilator began with one scripture coming to mind repeatedly. It was from Exodus — which seemed perfectly apt: We certainly needed an exodus from the ventilator! 

The scripture was, “Stand still and see the salvation of the LORD…” (Exodus 14:13)

After receiving this word in my spirit several times, I took the LORD literally and stood up, on three consecutive days, gazing out the bedroom window and praying in tongues; I expected to see the LORD’s salvation.

Day 1

It took many minutes the first day, but gradually, I began to see what the LORD wanted to reveal to me. He showed me Alan, dancing, and then dancing with me. Alan looked younger and much healthier than at present, and as he smiled, I smiled.

The experience lasted several minutes and I cherished it. It was as though Alan was already well. It was like a promise, one that I held on to.

Day 2

The next day, I observed in the Spirit as doctors examined Alan. Several stood over him, looking at his internal organs, in particular at his kidneys, and then his heart. They simply stared and I, watching them stare, wondered: Are they operating or staring incredulously at a miracle healing? 

I remember smiling, trusting GOD, and becoming excited in anticipation of the fulfilment of the moment.

Day 3

The third day, Alan beckoned me to climb a mountain. And as he climbed, sprite and energetic, I knew: Alan was well.

Still ill

But in the natural, the days passed and Alan did not revive, not yet. He was on the ventilator a total of 25 days.

Apart from the observations in the Spirit, I remember weeks further forward to a time after Alan had regained consciousness, and the LORD revealed to me the meticulous way in which Alan’s kidneys were being knit together to full restoration; the nephron — one by one — were cleared and restored as though a crochet hook or stitch ripper gently but relentlessly pulled contamination from each one. 

It was amazing! I shared it with Alan one day in hospital. He simply nodded his acceptance and agreement.

Trust GOD’s healing

So, why was it that, in spite of the kidneys being healed supernaturally, the medics still used the kidney machine… thinning the blood each time they put Alan on it (a necessity to prevent the machine from clogging)? 

Why was it that the doctors didn’t recognise the healing, nor recognise the side effect of the thinning of his blood?

Why did they initially interpret Alan’s lack of motivation two weeks after regaining consciousness as aloofness or depression, rather than disorientation and exhaustion from the strain on his heart and his body over weeks of poly-medication, the chaos of ICU, and overall trauma on his body? 

How was it they didn’t see it was the thinning of the blood, a medical strategy they used to protect his heart, which was sapping the life out of Alan?

Alan had excellent medical care from a determined and capable medical staff

“The life is in the blood.” (Leviticus 17:11)

Alan’s life was waining before my eyes, but the doctors just didn’t see it as I saw it. Why did they not hear me, when I spoke so clearly and purposefully? 

The tragic result of separation of family from patient

In large measure I think the doctors didn’t hear me because I was not present in hospital. Because of the contagion of the virus, visitation was extremely limited, and the opportunity to observe and speak to medics in a casual way was not available. There was little relationship and so there was little continuity between the family of the patient and the doctors. Everything I said over the phone was charted and yet, it took several times of sharing one concept before it was responded to, and the delays eventually would cost Alan his life.

I remember once saying, “I am not a doctor and do not have your knowledge and experience. You have thousands of patients, but I only have one… I think I see patterns that you perhaps cannot see.”

This, perhaps most of all, was the reason opportunities were overlooked and Alan’s illness was prolonged until his life simply wore away to nothing. 

And of course there was Covid itself, a horrible disease which is still shrouded in mystery.

6 comments

  1. Thank you Sarah. I read your account with sadness. I suppose your mental pictures of Alan dancing and looking younger reflect his condition now, in heaven. I hope Jesus does not tarry too long in coming again 🙂

    1. Yes, I think you may be right, Janet, though at the time I understood it to mean his recovery was imminent. Well, bless the LORD no matter what!:)
      Thanks for sharing.

  2. Sara,

    I am so very sorry for your loss. So many died unnecessarily and tragically. It’s very sad. Sending you sincere condolences.

    God’s Grace–Take Care,
    God Bless,
    Theresa

  3. It is really heartbreaking and very sad Sarah to read about the difficult days you had towards the last few days and weeks of Alan’s life, and also, your frustrations perhaps, in not being able to communicate effectively with the medical staff looking after and treating him
    Thank you for your honest sharing. It is very hard for us to understand sometimes why things happen contrary to what we believe or know. But we keep on trusting God with the assurance He is sovereign and we will see our departed Christian love ones again . I pray you will continue to know His comfort, love, peace and care.
    Love in Him,
    Poo Choo

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