Friday, September 12, 2014

DEVOTION: From Calm to Chaos ~ by Shirley Corder.

Max Lucado commences his book, In the Eye of the Storm with an illustration of Chippy, the parakeet. He describes this contented bird sitting peacefully on the perch of  his cage. Then suddenly everything goes crazy. His mistress decides to clean his cage with a vacuum cleaner. She gets distracted and schloop! Chippy is sucked through the pipes and into the bowels of the machine.

He survives the experience, but of course he's filthy, so ends up receiving a shower under the tap followed by a quick blow dry from a hair dryer. Some days later his owner is quoted as saying, "Chippie doesn't sing much anymore--he just sits and stares."

Poor little creature; and yet how we as a family relate to that story today. Except our version of Chippie has continued to sing, warbly and shakily at times, but the song has been there.

Photo by Hannah Winchester
Several weeks ago, our twenty-one-year-old granddaughter was sitting in front of the fire in her other grandmother's home knitting. She had just returned from two weeks at a holiday home in a town eleven hours away where she and her parents and brother enjoyed a break with my husband and I. In just over a week's time she would board a plane with her brother to return to the Northwest Nazarene University in Nampa, Idaho, USA. Suddenly a pain stabbed through her chest and into her back. Because she had just eaten fish and chips, and the family has a history of acid reflux, her mom gave her antacids. After all, she was twenty-one and a healthy effervescent young woman. It had to be something simple, right?

Wrong! Next day she saw a doctor who sent her immediately to the hospital. Her left lung had completely collapsed. The medical term is "Spontaneous Pneumothorax," and we learned it is not as rare as we first thought, especially if you are a tall thin man between the age of twenty and thirty who smokes. Hmm. Sacha is thin and the right age. That's where the similarities end.

The initial treatment involved inserting a drain which they hoped would remove the air and allow the lung to inflate. It worked—for a while. Four admissions to the hospital and five drains later she was finally taken to theatre (OR in America) where they performed chest surgery. One layer of the pleura of her lung was removed (pleurectomy) and her lung was effectively "glued" in place. (I'm sparing you the gory details here!) Now we wait with bated breath and much prayer in anticipation that it holds when the drain comes out.

Her parents had returned to Benin in West Africa before the final collapse, so her mom had to fly all the way back to South Africa, and my husband and I drove from Port Elizabeth, nine hours away, so we could be here to support the family. It could have been worse. Fatally worse. Where Chippy could have stuck in the pipe and been killed, Sacha's lung might not have deflated until she was on the plane (a week later) with possible catastrophic results.

In Psalm 137:1-4 we read of how the Israelites who were captured and taken to Babylon hung their harps on willow trees and refused to sing. How could they sing in such a drastic situation?

Poor Chippy gave up singing too, changed forever. But Sacha has kept her sense of humour throughout. She has gone through periods of excruciating pain and feelings of intense panic. But in between she has bounced back, albeit cautiously, and tried to get on with her studies.

God's provisions have been incredible throughout this time. Professors at her university have come up with a solution where she can "attend classes" half way across the world via Skype. Friends have scanned and emailed homework so she does not get behind. Finances have come from unexpected sources to help the phenomenal cost of surgery of this nature in a foreign land. (The medical insurance compulsory for international students has not yet provided any help at all so she has been treated as a private patient with cash required up front.)

But throughout this time, we have hung onto our harps. We will not hang them up, tempting though it is at times. We are God's children and He keeps reminding us that He is in control.

Chippy's life was changed forever, and I have a feeling so will Sacha's. I foresee that in the future we will look back at this time as a point where her life took on a new sense of purpose and direction. We will have living proof that God works all things together for good to those who love Him. (Romans 8:28)

If you're interested, here is a You Tube video of what causes a Spontaneous Pneumothorax:



OVER TO YOU: Have you experienced a life-changing event like Chippy or Sacha? How well have you hung onto your harp? Or do you need to grab it now and start singing, no matter how weakly?

14 comments:

  1. Shirl, thank you for your transparency in this situation. God never wastes the suffering of His people. He saves our tears, and eventually we will know the purpose of our trials.

    Had we not lost three grandchildren, I probably would not have pursued writing and speaking. It was the impetus that pushed me out of my complacency.

    People kept saying things to me like "you're so strong" and "I don't see how you do it." That made me realize that not everyone knew God as I knew Him and gave me a sense of urgency to share that knowledge and relationship.

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    1. Yes Judith, you're so right. It is experience like this that shapes and moulds us, difficult though it is at the time.

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  2. Thanks for sharing your story, Shirl. You continue to remain in our prayers. And God will be glorified through this, of that I have no doubt.

    I believe my harp-hanging event came in the form of immigration to Ireland. Like Judith, that was the catalyst for the start of my writing.

    For my sister, the event came in the form of her youngest daughter's tragic death.

    For a friend, a spouse no longer interested in their marriage.

    We need to hold on to our song through these times of trials, because God gives beauty for ashes, and joy comes in the morning.

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    1. Thank you Marion. Yes, sometime the last thing you want to do is "make music" but that's what reminds you of God's presence and love at all times, in all circumstances.

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  3. Shriley, this is a phenomenal story. NNU is our alma mater (actually in Nampa, Idaho--about 20 miles from Boise). I have shared this with seeral NNU groups I belong to.

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    1. Oh how awesome that you have connections with NNU Donna! Thank you for sharing it. She came out of ICU yesterday after 4 days. In tremendous pain, but each time the painkillers brought a little relief we got a watery smile or a joking remark. She's a little star!

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  4. Shirl, God's promises are so evident throughout this traumatic story and He has equipped all of you to handle this situation with faith and hope and to see the big picture. A life-changing event for Sacha and for all of you, but we know that God brings good out of every situation, and the miracles that have already happened are just a start. x

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    1. Thanks Jan, and yes we are trusting God for continued miracles. There is no way WE can pay these bills for example, especially with a medical insurance that hasn't even come on board yet! But God has worked one miracle after the other so we're trusting Him to keep them coming!

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  5. Wow. Shirley. I don't even...I can't even imagine. Prayers for you and your family. Dude.

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    1. Thank you Jenn. Yes, Sacha came out of ICU yesterday and her pain was unbelievable. We felt SO helpless sitting with her praying silently. But God IS in control and we all know that.

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  6. Praising God that you and Sacha are still praising God. May you find his amazing grace in this.

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    1. Thank you LeAnne. Yesterday whenever the pain eased off a little, Sacha would manage a watery smile or a flippant remark. How do people get through something like this without God?

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  7. What a traumatic experience for Sacha and all of you to have to go through. I trust she is doing much better by now and that that 'glue' holds! Must be hard for her to continue to study in the midst of it all as well. God bless and bring much healing.

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    1. Jo-Anne, No studying has been done since the op (on Tuesday morning) as she's been in ICU and drugged to the hilt. She came out of ICU yesterday and was in excruciating pain all afternoon. Please Lord it will start to ease off from today and then I know she'll be back "in class" as soon as she's discharged. My little heroine!

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