Praying Is Never Enough | Story Time
On Thursday, February 22nd, 2018 my uncle Leonard Patrick was rush to a nearby hospital right outside of Assumption Parish. He was in dreaded pain all over his body and both my mama and sister were in denial of his condition.
My younger brother Louis called me and told me that our uncle have not been acting like himself for days now. Our uncle couldn't stand on his feet or hold his balance. He had even been having trouble going to the bathroom. Louis was unaware how much trouble that he was truly having. My uncle was never verbal about his pain. All my brother knew is that our uncle needed medical care and attention before it was too late to act on the truth. The truth was that our uncle Leonard was dying and battling with death with their eyes wide open.
The first thing that I immediately told my brother was to call Patricia (our sister who I haven't spoken to in almost a year.) I thought that she would have felt the urge to stop whatever she could have been doing and take our uncle to the hospital.
(Mind you, I do not live close enough to my immediate family to step-in or have a car to do what's right myself.)
Well, Louis did call her and place the phone on 3-way (my line was mute.) He told her what was going on with our uncle and she reacted nonchalant about what she heard. Just from hearing her tone, I was on my muted line heated like the Sierra desert, baby.
She told Louis that she was out of the area due to work and to just call 911. Without any hesitation she hung up. I resumed to telling my brother to get our uncle together the best way that he can and to tune out our mama who clearly was still in denial of her brother’s condition.
Our mama was out of it. She was still trying to play off the entire situation. Quite as it’s kept she was and has been brainwash by Patricia. Patricia, being the same one who signed over our uncle’s Social Security check into her name from our auntie Beulah and filed him on her income taxes as her dependent. While in all actuality, she was/is behaving just like our Auntie Beulah and was not doing the right thing with his Social Security money especially since she was receiving it on his behalf.
To speed up the story, once my uncle was admitted into the hospital the doctors quickly discovered that he was in the final stage of kidney failure which is called Renal disease.
The doctors and nurses decided that he would be the admitted into the ICU to undergo a much stronger dialysis treatment than he would have if he would have had the proper care earlier on in life. He was a chronic alcoholic and illegal drug user for well over 40 years and he's now in his early 60’s too.
Once my auntie broke the news to her older brother and my uncle Louis, he broke down. All they ever knew was each other since kids. Plus, even if my uncle Leonard makes a slight recovery that he will not be returning to the house he been calling a home for years. The state will be seizing his Social Security check from my sister and placing Uncle Leonard into a nursing home where he will continually receive his dialysis treatments and proper treatment.
My auntie kept saying that everybody needs to pray.
Pray this way and pray that way. I was on the phone listening to what she was saying and was just shaking my head. Little does she know, prayer doesn't solve everything alone. It starts with faith and ends with favor. Faith without works is dead.
It's just sad that there's folks that constantly push praying down people throats when they don't truly have the most ideal relationship with Christ themselves. If someone does not have the faith to see any situation through, then why should they feel comfortable enough to turn to God in prayer?
You cannot force any and everybody to pray for you and your situation to turn around. What's already God's plan is in his plan. No man can change what's already meant to happen.
I'm not the ideal young black Christian woman that many women claim that they are. I am growing more each day within my walk with Him. I understand that for my prayers to have an answer that it will take a lot more than just opening myself up spiritually to Christ. I just cannot see tears coming from eyes about my uncle’s condition either. He knew better, but instead he settled for alcohol and illegal drugs to cope with his schizophrenia.
Now that he could be on his dying bed my auntie pushing prayer down everybody's throats. When prayer will not reverse how messed up her brother’s situation truly is. Prayer won't sugar coat the truth.
God has shown me how money hunger and manipulating my immediate family members can truly be. I want no part of their pity party. I want no part of the crying a river of tears for someone they did not help get help when he was well enough to receive it.
I'm not spiteful. I'm not angry. I'm not eager to sit beside them after all these years of feeding outsiders bull crap about how truly messed up our immediate family truly is. I'm thankful that God moved me away from their bitterness and small-minded thoughts and ways.
I wanted to vent. I did just that in this blog post. Judge me or the truth. All I know is that I'm not going to ever fabricate my truth and life for anyone.
I found my inner strength to speak out. This is one my outlets for self-expression. Prayer can only change so much. Prayer can not reverse what has already happened.
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