Several years ago, a serious virus was threatening to take my life. Doctors told my husband I was going to die on three separate occasions. I was in the hospital for two months, in ICU for five weeks, and on life support for 3 1/2 weeks. It looked hopeless.
Being on a ventilator is no picnic. A nurse came in every four hours to suction my lungs until I gagged. I had no TV, no Bible or any other reading materials, and no visitors aside from my immediate family. If not for the Scriptures I had memorized, I wouldn’t have had any hope at all. Verses came flooding back to my half-conscious mind.
I especially remembered Psalm 121: I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth. He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: He that keepeth thee will not slumber. Behold, He that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul. The Lord shall preserve they going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
After exhausting all other efforts and an intense regimen of antibiotics that didn’t work for me, the doctors decided to put me in a state of hypothermia. They placed me on a bed that lowered my temperature and placed me in a controlled coma for 48 hours. When I awoke, the virus was gone. Apparently, some viruses will not survive extreme cold.
Even after my release from the hospital, it took a year for me to get back to normal. As I look back, I am grateful for the medical professionals who tried every means at their disposal to save my life. But I know who really saved me. It was the One who never slumbers, the one who heard the prayers of friends and family, the One who was in that hospital room with me, invisible to the naked eye, but ever present in my heart.