“Suddenly, Jesus was standing there among them! “Peace be with you,” He said. As He spoke, He showed them the WOUNDS in His hands and His side. They were filled with joy…” John 20:19-20 NLT
We’ve all heard of the phrase “A Picture is worth a thousand words”. I think one of the greatest pictorial illustrations of all times is the photo of Jesus holding out His hand to accept anyone who wills to come to Him. What’s most powerful about the illustration is the proof of the scar in His hands. You see the scar tells the story and shows as proof that He is the one that was pierced but as promised, He rose from the dead and ascended into heaven so that all would have the chance at eternal life. It was because of His sacrifice and the proof of His scars that many til’ this day believe in Him. Just as the Savior showed His scars as a testimonial of His trial and triumph I also have a scar, that tells the story of my triumph. Now, I will admit that I am not Christ. No, I didn’t die to take on the sins of the world, but I too have a scar as proof of my suffering only to rise up and fulfill my purpose on the Earth. You all more than likely, know the story of the Savior and if you don’t well inbox me and allow me to introduce you to Him.
My story begins, over 20 years ago. I was told that I have anemia, and as a result, little small fibroids had began to develop in my uterus. At that time, the doctor said it was minor and nothing to worry or concerned about. Fast forward twenty plus years later, I receive a phone call from my OBGYN after my visit 2 days prior. As we were on the phone, she demanded that I rush to the emergency room right away and that I shouldn’t even drive. Fear gripped me in that moment, because of the urgency in her voice. So I immediately called up my friend for a ride to the emergency room. When I arrive I tell them my name, my ISSUE and my hemoglobin levels and they did not delay and took me to a room right away. I became even more nervous because I’ve never received or seen such a swift check in at a hospital in my life. I get to the room and I received a COVID-19 test and it was after that point that they drew my blood. The doctor came in to speak to me astonished and said it is amazing that I am even still alive. With a Hemoglobin level of 4.7 I could have passed out in the middle of the street or behind the wheel while driving. You see, the problem was, there wasn’t enough oxygen flowing. All of this time I had been experiencing years of anxiety attacks, fatigue, and passing out never able to identify the cause.
But this year 2021 after receiving 3 units of blood lying in that hospital bed I decided enough is enough. I researched and researched I did my homework and finally made my decision after my OBGYN presented me with options. I want to pause here, and say that the Uterine Fibroid Embolization procedure that I chose was foreign to me until I did some research on my own. However, it was also the last thing that I spoke to the doctor about. The first choice presented to me was a Hysterectomy, a majorly invasive surgery where they fully remove your uterus to rid you of any fibroid tissue; but the side effect is that you will never be able to give birth and you lose a major piece of your womanhood. Option 2 was the Myomectomy this too is a majorly invasive surgery that removes all visible and microscopic fibroids with the hope that all are located and removed and takes a healing process of up to 3 months. The thing is: the fibroids can return. I wasn’t willing to struggle with such a majorly invasive surgery with no guarantee that would cost me more than I could handle and leave me unable to financially care for myself in the process. I finally, [prayerfully] decided on the UFE procedure and it was the best decision I could have ever made. My healing process took 6 business days and the only proof or sign that I have of my 20 plus year struggle is the small mark from the piercing of my wrist. It is a scar that I show proudly and unapologetically. I suffered for years not feeling my best, so unable to be my best and now I am able to fully walk in my purpose and show and tell to all who will listen the story of how I received my own personal resurrection of my health and my life. Now when I go from city to city, and state to state with my pictorial illustration as my witness.. “They, who I encounter are “all filled with joy.”….
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