How to Live With Limitations Without Limiting God
Ernest L. Easley
1 Kings 14
Over the last several years, a dear friend who owns a suite at ATandT Stadium in Arlington, Texas gives me access to their suite for Thanksgiving Day to watch the Dallas Cowboys play. This past Thanksgiving, I wanted to invite some people outside my family I'm thankful for. One of those persons was my oncologist from M. D. Anderson Hospital in Houston, Texas that God used to help save my life twenty-three years ago.
I sent her a text message inviting her to join us and she thought I was joking. After assuring her that I was not, she took me up on the offer. I had not seen her in twenty-three years, though every year on my throat cancer anniversary, I text her thanking her for allowing God to use her in my life.
The night before the game, I met her in the lobby of the hotel where we were staying. I admit, I was a little nervous. Knowing I was going to see her, brought back a lot of no-so-pleasant memories. I spotted her walking toward me. Same stride. Same size. Same spring in her step. She approached me with a big smile and said, ''Dr. Easley. It's good to see you. Tell me how you're doing.'' She went straight into doctor mode!!
After I gave her a brief update of my physical challenges related to long-term radiation damage to my throat, she looked me in the eyes and asked, ''Do you mind if I speak rather blunt to you?'' I responded, ''Why change now?'' What was about to come out of her mouth not only took me by surprise, but it also startled me. Looking directly into my eyes, she said, ''You should have died.''
After taking a deep breath, I said, ''What do you mean, I should have died? Do you mean recently, over the years or twenty-three years ago when I was going through treatments?'' She said, ''I mean, you should have died twenty-three years ago when you were going through treatments. The protocol we used back then plus the stage of your throat cancer; you should h ...
Ernest L. Easley
1 Kings 14
Over the last several years, a dear friend who owns a suite at ATandT Stadium in Arlington, Texas gives me access to their suite for Thanksgiving Day to watch the Dallas Cowboys play. This past Thanksgiving, I wanted to invite some people outside my family I'm thankful for. One of those persons was my oncologist from M. D. Anderson Hospital in Houston, Texas that God used to help save my life twenty-three years ago.
I sent her a text message inviting her to join us and she thought I was joking. After assuring her that I was not, she took me up on the offer. I had not seen her in twenty-three years, though every year on my throat cancer anniversary, I text her thanking her for allowing God to use her in my life.
The night before the game, I met her in the lobby of the hotel where we were staying. I admit, I was a little nervous. Knowing I was going to see her, brought back a lot of no-so-pleasant memories. I spotted her walking toward me. Same stride. Same size. Same spring in her step. She approached me with a big smile and said, ''Dr. Easley. It's good to see you. Tell me how you're doing.'' She went straight into doctor mode!!
After I gave her a brief update of my physical challenges related to long-term radiation damage to my throat, she looked me in the eyes and asked, ''Do you mind if I speak rather blunt to you?'' I responded, ''Why change now?'' What was about to come out of her mouth not only took me by surprise, but it also startled me. Looking directly into my eyes, she said, ''You should have died.''
After taking a deep breath, I said, ''What do you mean, I should have died? Do you mean recently, over the years or twenty-three years ago when I was going through treatments?'' She said, ''I mean, you should have died twenty-three years ago when you were going through treatments. The protocol we used back then plus the stage of your throat cancer; you should h ...
There are 20315 characters in the full content. This excerpt only shows a 2000 character sample of the full content.
Price: $5.99 or 1 credit
