When a family member gets sick…

Mama’s beary tender care: always beside you.

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Last week my younger sister Grace got sick. She went home from work earlier than usual. Red spots began to appear on her face and all over her body, and she began to have severe headaches.

In the family we seldom get sick, but once somebody does, our loving Mama gets most of the strain. She takes care of whoever is sick, and I do wonder she’s the only one in the family who rarely gets sick. My family believes in Divine healing in the Name of Jesus Christ, but we also believe that medications and doctors and every medical option are instruments of healing too.

So that night, Mama, Ann (Grace’s twin sister), and I went to pray for her healing (Papa and our youngest brother Nilo wasn’t with us). I must say praying for whoever is sick in the family is one of our family’s traditions, just like eating meals together.

That night, as usual when someone in the family is sick, Mama was taking care of my sister, getting her temperature, administering medications, cooking her food, etc. I just assisted in whatever way I can, like when she vomits or had to change clothes. I also plaited her hair and massaged her forehead and head. I had confidence that she’d get well, but I also told mother that if they feel we had to take her to the doctor, then we’ll do it. Her fever reached 40 degrees. We put an ice pack on her forehead to ease the headache. I told Mama to sleep and I’d be the one to watch Grace and we’ll just take turns. Oh dear, she obliged but lied on the same bed where Grace was. Later she told us she was a little worried about my sister.

While I attended to her, massaging her head, I quietly prayed for her and for a sign. Somehow it was answered, because the next day her fever was gone. But after lunch, her fever returned but it was just around 38 degrees. I thought, perhaps God’s sign for me wasn’t answered then. But I kept believing, and my confidence in Him did not wane.

That night, I had a dream. There was a big snake in our house. I saw its shadow coming from a woman’s hand, like some sort of sorcery. I called my family but Mama was the only one who responded and caught the snake by its tail.

“Hit it! Hit it!” she cried.

There was Papa’s old wooden pestle. But I thought it wouldn’t do the job, so I took a hammer and hit that snake’s head many times until it dropped dead. Wooww, brave one!

The next day I woke up, and my sister was completely healed. No more fever, no more red spots, no more headaches, and no more big snake. Praise God!

 

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I got this cute pic from Yahoo! News.

Wilbaer and mom: Polar bear cub Wilbaer stands beside his mother Corinna during his first outing at the Wilhelma zoo in Stuttgart, southern Germany. (AFP/DDP/Michael Latz)

Photo credits: AFP/DDP/Michael Latz