When: This past Saturday
What: Family time on the back deck
Activity: Drinking piña coladas
My youngest daughter (age 6) asks me why my drink looks different from hers, so I tell her that mine has rum. She says, “I’m not ever going to drink alcohol, because I don’t want to be sick, and I want to be as healthy as I can be” [or something very close to that]
I say: That’s great sweetheart, but moderation is good to. It’s OK to know what something is like, and not do too much of it. Taste it.”
She says “No thanks.”
Ironically, my wife puts a similar offer out to our older daughter (age 10) she also refuses.
So I then announce, “Lots of people comment on how awesome you girls are, and I think it’s just cool that your own parents can’t corrupt you!” [we laugh]
Then I went in and got the rest of what’s in the blender and the bottle of rum and add about a half an ounce to my glass after topping it off [heavy drinker… i know].
Not 10 minutes later, I get a flash of nausea, increasing pain in my chest, and I end up doubled up with my head in the bath tub crying and holding my breath because it felt like I was dying from ingesting rat poison. I’ve had alcohol poisoning before, but this was ridiculous!
I was in this condition for about 10 minutes before anyone came up to find me. During that time when I couldn’t open my eyes, could barely breathe or think, I “heard” the voice of the Lord say, “Don’t tell MY daughters about YOUR idea of moderation! I place convictions directly in their hearts for MY purposes!” I was quick to repent, wondering if I’d still have to go to the hospital. I honestly thought I might die, the pain was so bad. My wife came in and asked me what I needed, and I replied, “Prayer…. and time”
My youngest came in, and started to pray for me:
“Please, Lord Jesus, heal my daddy right now! I command all pain to leave his body in Jesus name. Take all the hurt out of my daddy now, God….” for about a minute.
The first wave of healing hit me like a giant scoop of ice cream being lifted off her and plopped on me. About 80% of my pain melted away immediately.
She looked at me, and asked, “How do you feel now, Daddy?” I told her I was feeling better, she asked if there was still any pain and I told her there was, just glad for the relief that I already had. She continued to pray: “Thank you God for healing my daddy. I command this body to be totally healed right NOW in Jesus’ name…. God take all the pain away….”
Like a second scoop, I felt a wave of relief as the rest of the pain left my body over a period of time that took about 2 seconds.
Completely relieved, completely healed, completely awed by the power of God being doled out by my daughter, I went downstairs with my family and sat down for dinner.