I have sparingly shared a story very tender to me that occurred during my days following my organ transplant. But it is one I believe will minister to your spirit as it did mine at a time when I needed it, as together we recognize the power of praise to our heavenly Father and Almighty God.
Many have experienced the negative side effects of anesthesia and pain medications following major surgery. Though I had undergone numerous surgeries even before my transplant, I had never experienced the degree of mental torment I endured in the early days following my transplant surgery in August of 2001. Nurses told me it is common with certain drugs in particular, nevertheless, I want never to experience such horrific sights and sounds again.
As the chemicals worked in my body, they began to do a number in my mind. When I closed my eyes to sleep, I would see horrifying blood red images shrouded in darkness. They were faces of the most hideous kind—evil, vile, and disgusting, and filled with a look of hatred, wickedness, and malice. So vivid were the images, it seemed I could even hear the hissing and smell the sulfur.
I became wary of ever closing my eyes, as well as weary from lack of rest.