The Price of Disobedience Part I
“Oh no. Sounds like you were in the Twilight Zone?” Janiel suggested.
I woke up troubled this morning. My creator had given me a word in my sleep, and as I was going over it. My soul felt at peace. I got up and read my Bible.
While reading, I realized I had been taking things into my own hands when the Lord was telling me, “Let it go and commit all your cares into my hands.” All I need to do is trust God and learn to praise him during the storm. Common flesh and bones cannot handle the spiritual warfare you are experiencing. It takes God’s strength and his grace to face the battles of the day.
At the end of my reading, I prayed, and laid down, still communicating with my creator. I begged him to let his purpose and will, be accomplished in me. I felt God’s peace in my soul with an assurance that today I could make it because the giver of life was with me. I was not alone.
As the morning wore on, I turned on the television and watched a program on YouTube. It was a program on NJ TV about a son sharing his experience when he was in a coma.
But what strikes me is what his dad says: ‘When God speaks to you to do a specific command, you must listen and obey.’
The doorbell rang.
It was my friend Janiel. We would often go fabric shopping.
“Hey, girl,” I greeted her opening the front door. “You are early?”
I walked back to my program in the living room, then asked as she followed, “Can you wait until my program is over?”
She nodded and sat in the armchair to the left. I rewind the program and the father repeated, “When God speaks to you to do a specific command, you must listen and obey.”
“I can relate to that statement,” I admit.
“In what way?” asked Janiel.
“You know I am asthmatic,” Colette said pausing the program.
Janiel said, “Yep.”
“A few years ago, one night I was struggling to breathe. My inhaler had run out, and I didn’t have any refills. I begged God to keep me going until morning. I planned on going to the emergency room and then to work.”
“What happened?” Janiel asked, sensing the pain in Colette’s voice as her face turned red.
“Something I will never forget, and I will always obey the Lord’s voice, no matter how simple the command.”
“You stopped breathing?” Janiel quests with a smirk on her face.
“Oh, girl, it’s more serious than that. This is not a joke,” Colette warns.
“Are you going to tell me what happened?” Janiel demands.
“Girl the stores won’t open in another two hours, where is your patience?”
“Sorry, I know asthma attacks. It’s scary to witness.”
“And endure too,” Colette enlightened. “I took the exit to the hospital and as I turned off, I heard a voice said, ‘do not go to the hospital!’ I slowed down and the voice repeated the command.”
“What did you do?” Janiel's anxiety demands.
“I heard it again, and I tried to reason with the voice as I cruised. Thank God the road wasn’t busy. I need to go; I am out of my Ventolin and Advair. Lord, I need my medication to be able to accomplish my job without any mishap.” I argued with the voice. ‘Do not go to the hospital!’ It demanded,” Colette’s memory explained.
“Why didn’t you listen and obey if you knew it was the Lord?” Janiel asked. “You of all people, have faith and love your God. You speak constantly of His goodness and how he is a healer. Didn’t you trust him to carry you throughout the day?”
“Are you going to beat on me about my faith? I am human, you know,” Colette fires back.
“Think about it,” Janiel suggested. “Don’t you think God wanted you to trust him? He knew what was best for you.”
Collette quotes Jeremiah 29:11. Mentally, then shared, “I know he has my best interest at heart. I guess I was in my flesh. I should have trusted him when He spoke that once.”
“So, what happened next?”
“I parked and walked in, gasping for breath,” Colette recalls.
“God should beat you,” Janiel suggested giggling.
Colette nods and went on, “The voice followed me in, repeating, ‘do not go.’ I disobeyed. I explained my asthma attack to the nurse breathing heavily while gasping for air. She took my name and told me to take a seat, and that someone would come to get me. Twenty minutes and no one came to help me. Which was odd because asthma patients don’t wait that long.”
“I agree, because Asthma is a serious disease,” Janiel states.
“Finally, someone came and took me to a room. It took a long time before someone came to check my vital signs and or give me treatment, even though I had difficulty breathing,” Colette explained.
“Why all the wait?” Janiel asked. “This is getting scary.”
“My heart was racing while I prayed. One of the receptionists came in, questioning me again. None of them seems to be aware that I had difficulty breathing.”
“Oh no. Sounds like you were in the Twilight Zone?” Janiel suggested.
“She wanted to know what medications I was on when I started having these symptoms. Then she left.”
“Yep, you were in the Twilight Zone,” Janiel said, easing closer.
“Ten minutes later, another lady came in asking the same questions. What medication are you on? Ventolin and Advair. It seems as if every ten minutes, someone is coming in to ask me the same questions regarding my medication. When will I receive treatment to help me breathe?” I demanded breathing heavily.
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