Who Will Care in My Foot Steps: Mary Eliza Mahoney
Part VIII
Dearest God, Jesus, Holy Spirit, Thank you for loving and protecting all of us!
I am going to "Count It All Joy!" I am going to try very hard to do this! I did not realize that I, too, needed this kind of medicine.
I had entered a part of my health care that was somewhat scary for me. I thought I was saying the right things, praying the right prayers; yet, deep down I did not have that "Joy" that St. James speaks about (See St. James, Chapter 1).
My life had come to a new change, you see. I had something else in mind, not this. I still had some diverse things I needed to fix (a newly repaired table, floor, drip - drop)
I had begun to accept my new life without my "Rufus."
He was not coming back! I have said it, "He is not coming back! But we still had James, his baby brother." James died, too (what pain, both gone?)!
Well, Leroy Carter, his middle brother, was still here and we could hear his big voice, his directions; and when we looked into his face he looked like Rufus and James Granderson!
Like a storm without warning, Leroy, the last brother, dies.
Now I need to have a little talk with Jesus and perhaps tell him all about it, and does he know how bad it hurts!
God uses other people to minister unto you so when the phone rings and it is the editor of the GRT, Pat Pulliam, with a call with well wishes and mentions in her conversation, "Count it all joy!"
"Oh, yes," I replied, "God is so good until after I hung up the phone realizing I was still hurting and trying to heal and this was not so joyful until I read James Chapter 1. St. James does not give you a chance to miss what the Lord Jesus wants us to know. He starts out "COUNT IT ALL JOY!"
Dear Readers, how are you on this wonderful day, July 25, 2019? I hope all is well with our seniors, young folk, military, those who are in a sick bed or you have some mental problems and symptoms no longer can be hidden.
Many love ones have died and God sees the warm tears in your eyes dripping onto your pillow.
Come return to our story.
Thank you, Mary Mahoney. You represented that the African American patients need special care with their hair, skin and dignity.
The reason is the darker skin complexion the "ring around the cuffs and collars won't wash away. The good news is, you are not dirty!
Inside our skin cells are melanocyte cells (a dark pigment that gives the skin color). Plus, if you are AFRICAN AMERICAN you have great pleasure of having nappy hair. You know just like in the Bible (Revelations 1:14-16; look it up, please).
Yes, we call our hair nappy and nappy hair (historically a racist term 1880's nap small cotton balls inside a cotton plant).
All our lives hair day was not good (wash, rinse, dry, press, curl, the comb out!) Now enters the smoking gun (pressing irons – ouch!) With all of the new products here in the 21st century, getting your hair done is a pleasure, or is it?
Come with me Dear Readers to room 333: 27 year - old Black female needs 2 nurses to bathe this combative patient who uses very bad words. Room 333 has a sign on it: "COUNT IT ALL JOY! READY LET'S GO!"
See you next week; in the meantime, keep reading the GRT!
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