Yesterday I had so much work to do, catch up work you might say. I noticed
that the molding around the tub in our first bathroom was loose and decided I
would pull it off and replace it. What I found was unbelievable, mold had
attached itself to the underside of the molding and all around the perimeter of
the tub.
After carefully removing the molding I proceeded in cleaning the
tub. There was glue and other things that needed scraping off instead of
scrubbing off. I decided to use an old knife to this. Well, I am not a careless
person, but somehow I managed to stab myself in the lower left forearm. Blood
came gushing out so fast, I thought to my self 'O God, I've cut an artery'!
Yes, It was my God that I called on first! I grabbed an old towel, put
pressure on the wound and held my arm high above my head. 'O God' I prayed.
'Please don't let me bleed to death or have cut anything important '.
My heart raced, I didn't feel dizzy, I thanked God for that, I talked to God some
more. I toyed with the idea of calling 911, but my spirit said, 'no, wait and
trust God.' I waited and after thirty minutes I removed the towel. The bleeding
had stopped and was only seeping. 'Thank you, Jesus'.
I was still shaken after the fact and called my daughter and asked her advice as to what I should do. She walked me through the steps for wound care and told me to sit down and rest . She asked me if I were alone and I said, 'No, I called Jesus'! ' He is the first one I call.'
that the molding around the tub in our first bathroom was loose and decided I
would pull it off and replace it. What I found was unbelievable, mold had
attached itself to the underside of the molding and all around the perimeter of
the tub.
After carefully removing the molding I proceeded in cleaning the
tub. There was glue and other things that needed scraping off instead of
scrubbing off. I decided to use an old knife to this. Well, I am not a careless
person, but somehow I managed to stab myself in the lower left forearm. Blood
came gushing out so fast, I thought to my self 'O God, I've cut an artery'!
Yes, It was my God that I called on first! I grabbed an old towel, put
pressure on the wound and held my arm high above my head. 'O God' I prayed.
'Please don't let me bleed to death or have cut anything important '.
My heart raced, I didn't feel dizzy, I thanked God for that, I talked to God some
more. I toyed with the idea of calling 911, but my spirit said, 'no, wait and
trust God.' I waited and after thirty minutes I removed the towel. The bleeding
had stopped and was only seeping. 'Thank you, Jesus'.
I was still shaken after the fact and called my daughter and asked her advice as to what I should do. She walked me through the steps for wound care and told me to sit down and rest . She asked me if I were alone and I said, 'No, I called Jesus'! ' He is the first one I call.'
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