Afterwards I had difficulty breathing as the lungs and diaphragm moved back to their usual positions. It usually takes a couple days to readjust. This time, on the way home with Melanie driving, I got chills and upon arrival at the house, I had trouble getting in. I went right to bed.
In a while, my body cramped, mostly in the legs. It was an unbearable pain. Both Melanie and Anne worked on my legs off and on for hours with a salve. I was very warm and I had a fever of one hundred and two for a while. I wondered if this was the day it would be over. It’s hard to think when you are in pain and feverish.
But I had a couple of sustaining thoughts. They were this last Friday and Sunday. We had heard that the church kids from most of the churches were to walk a cross down Second Street to City Park. About sunset, there they came, about thirty young men and women. Every block the carrier of the cross changed. Now, this cross was eighteen feet by nine feet and strong enough to hold some one up on it. At the Park, the young people set the cross in a hole in the sand. The whole town had been quiet while the cross passed and many adults followed on the sidewalk. The young people circled the cross, read scripture and said prayers.
The other vision was of Easter Morning’s non-denominational Service. Just as the day was breaking, the skimmers awoke and flew in by the hundreds with their orange and black beaks and thick necks. They were then followed by several kinds of seagulls. Last of all were the sandpipers, all over the water.
It was spectacular, and just as the service started the sun appeared as a red-orange orb over the water.
While I was running a high fever and cramping all over, I tried to concentrate on those visions and between moans, tried to help Anne and Melanie help me. And I know our good Lord above was there somewhere.
As the night went on, I got a little sleep and the cramping became less severe. And now, a day later I am writing about that procedure, one of several over the past couple of years. My life’s work is just not done yet. I know I made it through that so I can continue influencing others’ lives through the writing and other ways as well.
Till next week, look for your visions and pass them on to Trouble in Cedar Key.
Origianlly published 2004 April 14;
Copyright © by Gene Benedict 2024 Aapril 15.
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