Posted on July 23 2019
Looking back over the years, God has used me many times to pray for someone, pull myself out of depression, learn to be a good wife and mother. He was with me when I was told I could never have children (they were wrong!) and when I felt like a huge disappointment to my husband and God and even convinced myself that neither loved me.
On March 19, 2019, God was with me again! God does not fail me!
I was with my husband as he lay on a bed in the emergency room when two doctors came in and said, “Mr. Cobb, you are having a small heart attack.” We would later learn that “small” heart attack was 100% LAD blockage called the “widow maker”. Well if that’s small, I don’t want to ever see a big one!
I’ve been in a great church and sat under some great teaching for the last 25+ years. So, when that fiery dart came at us, I immediately looked at Michael and said, “We will not be shaken by this. They will put in a stent and we will go home and you will get well. No weapon formed shall prosper!” Praise God! Well, they put in two stents back to back. But I never shed a tear and I never got upset. The only tears I’ve had from this situation are from the overwhelming presence of my God! And oh - how wonderful it has been!
But wait, there’s more. After four days in the hospital, we came home and got into a new routine of diet, exercise, and meds. And a life vest. A what? The only life vest I’d ever known was the one I used when fishing from our boat. This life vest had metal electrodes and pads for his sides, chest, and back. It was attached to a heart monitor and a defibrillator. The cardiologists (all three of them, not including a whole slew of folks on the cardiology team we met) said he needed it because his heart function was so low at 35%, (normal is 50 to 70). This would save his life in case his heart went into an abnormal rhythm. At home, Michael was tired and dealing with some side effects of meds, but he was progressing, though slowly. The life vest was uncomfortable and cumbersome and down right inconvenient. He could only remove it when bathing.
The meds were causing some of the same symptoms as a heart attack, shortness of breath, chest pain, dizziness. Again, what? The life vest and the meds were causing many restless nights and long days. One afternoon, we thought he would go back to the hospital because he was feeling so poorly. I’ve faced many battles, but this one felt like the biggest battle of my life.
But God! Praise Him and all glory to Him!
Many days and nights we were praying and believing all that Jesus did on the cross, crying out to Father, seeking Holy Spirit’s direction. I was believing God with all that I have! One night I just yelled in prayer and praise. I was angry with a righteous anger. The enemy was not going to have my husband! I prayed and cried and broke out the oil and the communion elements. This battle was going to be won! God had already fought it for us!
When doubt would rise up, I would call forth my faith to rise higher. Lord, help my unbelief! I want to pray, believing and expecting! And so I did. I prayed. I believed. I expected. I wanted to see God’s glory in this!
Michael and I chose Ezekiel 36:26 as our go to verse. “I will give you a new HEART and put a new SPIRIT within you.” Yes, Father, your Word does not return void!
I employed some of my most faithful prayer warriors. My daughter, my family, ladies in my church, and a few ladies because of distance I usually talk to only through social media outlets. I called in the “big guns”. Don’t fight against a group of ladies armed with the Sword of the Lord! You won’t win! We fervently prayed the Word and spoke life over Michael.
Twelve weeks after the heart attack, Michael had an echocardiogram to measure heart function. The following week we met with the cardiologist to talk about the results. The night before the appointment with the doctor, I was in my kitchen cleaning dishes and praying about specific things that I was believing God for and expected to hear that doctor confirm. 1 – no more defibrillator, oh how we grew to loathe it. 2 – heart function back to normal. 3 – the new issue detected would correct itself.
Then on June 12, 2019 – 85 days after the heart attack – we had the follow up appointment with the doctor. He came into the exam room and shook our hands as usual. Within five minutes of conversation, he had confirmed all that God told me the night before! He even said, “I’m surprised”, concerning Michael’s heart function, which was now at 60%! I raised my hands to God and said, “I’m not!”. A young man in our church, a leader of the young adult bible study my daughter attends prayed specifically that Michael would be healed and it would surprise the doctors!
Glory to God! Glory to God! Glory to God! My God heals, He saves, He delivers, He loves me! All praise and glory to HIM!
Last night we got in late from a flight home from St. Louis, a trip to see the Cardinals play, a trip we planned and paid for three weeks before the heart attack. The destination itself made for a wonderful trip, but God’s orchestration over the last few months to get us there and enjoy it . . . we are overwhelmed with the goodness and presence of God. He is faithful! Always His Glory
Written by Paula Cobb