Just Pray

This past Friday, for the 8^th time, I was released from a psychiatric hospital. To say this is getting old would be the understatement of a lifetime. But I know God has plans for me. Despite it all I haven’t given up on my dreams. I can only hope that God will use these things that have been going on for the past 8 years in a way to further His kingdom.

There was something different about this time, though. For the first near 48 hours I was without medication while the doctor made decisions on how to treat me. I was once again suicidal and psychotic. Things got really bad when I went without medication. I had terrible hallucinations the scarred me and ended with me being put on unit restriction due to the fact that I was trying to self-harm. (For those that don’t know unit restriction is when you have to be watched all the time and you cannot leave the unit...not even for meals.) But once the doctor put me on medication and few days later, much to his surprise, I made a turn around. The hallucinations went away much faster than the doctor predicted and without having to increase the dosages of my antipsychotics like he thought he would. The doctor couldn’t keep to look of surprise off his face when I told him that over the weekend the hallucinations had went away. I was blessed to have a very great doctor while there. He listened to me when I told him things and allowed me to have a say so in my treatment there. But I don’t credit the doctor for my turn around. I give glory to God for how quickly things got better this time. And I thank all of the wonderful people who prayed for me while I was there.

Once things started to get better I tried to focus on God. I chose to read Christian books while there, that would feed me spiritually, instead of escaping into a good fictional novel, like I usually do. I chose to use my time there to listen to God. One night while there I was overwhelmed by His presence and the peace He gave me. I prayed in earnest about things for the first time in a long time and most importantly I listened for God’s voice as I prayed. As I laid in my bed one evening praying to God and trying to understand why these things keep happening and wondering to Him about why I have to suffer like this, I heard that still, small voice tell me the He sees me and my pain and that He hasn’t forgot about me. It brought me to tears. I think that in the mess of it all I had forgotten how much God loves me and I could feel His love as I laid there.

I made a friend while there. And as God turned my situation around I began praying for her too. She wasn’t sleeping and was becoming increasingly psychotic due to the lack of sleep. I felt God move me to pray for her while I was there and as I went to bed one evening my prayers focused on her, asking God to allow her to sleep. And she did. God turned her situation around too. I couldn’t help but marvel at the power of God as she told me the next day how well she had slept. She ended up being released on the same day as me. I told her that I had prayed hard for her to sleep…I wanted her to know that God had not forgotten her too. She thanked me for my prayers and then thanked God for allowing her to finally rest.

Having God answer my prayers for my friend really moved me. I started praying for others…my family, my friends and other people that were in the hospital with me. The day I was released three other people where released and I don’t think it was by accident that on a unit that only had 12 people on it released four people that had recovered enough to go home on the same day. I think God had something to do with 1/4^th of the unit being released all at once. And two more people were getting out on the following Monday! (They do not release people on the weekends on that unit.) So, half the unit recovered enough to be sent home on two consecutive release dates. I know God had his hand in that.

And I haven’t stopped praying since I’ve been released. I find myself leaning on God now more than ever. Like I said in the beginning, this is getting old. I’m ready to be used by God. I’m tired of sitting on the sidelines. So, I’m changing volunteer jobs. I had made an effort to do this before I was hospitalized, but I figured nothing would come of it…especially after being put in the hospital, yet again.

Well the day I was released I found myself presented with a new opportunity. As I rode home from the hospital I was checking my emails and as it turned out there was an email waiting for me from the place I had sent in an application. And even more to my surprise they were interested in me! I shot a quick email back asking for when would be a good time to go in and speak to them about volunteering and even further to my surprise, before I got home, I had another email telling me when I could stop in. And before the day was out I had been interviewed by their volunteer coordinator and even asked if I could start volunteering this coming week! I am planning on giving my old volunteer position at the nursing home my two weeks notice when I go in this Tuesday and I’m going to start volunteering at a women’s shelter that deals with domestic violence and sexual assault in a matter of a few weeks. God is so great you guys! I can’t wait to see what comes out of this change!

So, I find my faith increased after this hospitalization. And I feel great. (But not too great for those of you who understand bipolar disorder.) Most of the time when I’m released from the hospital it takes a while for me to feel like myself again, but not this time. I find myself feeling like me again. But even better than before, I find myself full hope. And its been a long time since I have felt hopeful. I know I have a long way to go before I reach my dreams, but I can’t help but feel like I’m starting to get on the right path for a change. I’m definitely choosing to put God in the situation more so than ever before.

So, pray for me you guys. Pray that God will lead me and that I will listen. Pray that God will use me and these things I have been through. Pray for my healing. Just pray.

Love, Randi