Glory
By Richard Turner 9-4-03
I had been ignoring a pain in my left hip for about a month. I figured that I had pulled a muscle and just wasn’t staying off of it long enough for it to heal. Then one day my wife noticed that I had a large bruise on my hip. It wasn’t very dark, but it was large and deep. When this didn’t go away either, I started to get really worried. My doctor tried anti inflammatory medicine and had me stay completely off of it for several days. When this didn’t solve the problem my doctor sent me in for a CT Scan. He had already warned me that I might need a hip replacement. I have had 3 knee surgeries and figured that after 13 years of limping on my knee, that I had just plain worn out the hip.
When I went to my doctor for the results I knew that something was terribly wrong. I was about 20 minutes early and they took me right back to see the doctor. I asked how my hip was and he said that I would probably need a hip replacement for both hips. Then he took a deep breath and said that he had some bad news, as if 2 hip replacements were not bad news. He looked at me and said that they had discovered a mass on my bladder. He then sent me in for more testing. A week of waiting just about drove me nuts. The ultrasound came back positive. I had a mass on my bladder 2 inches tall, 2 inches wide and 3/4 of an inch thick. It would be yet another week of waiting to see a specialist.
My sister, a nurse, did some research and informed me that about 90% of all bladder masses are malignant but very treatable. The wait seemed forever. I was never afraid that I would die, but I knew people who had cancer and I was scared of chemotherapy. I knew how sick it could make you and I hate to throw up.
Finally the day arrived for me to find out if it was benign or not. I prayed against 9-1 odds that it would be benign. I awoke at 6:45 am with a sense of peace. I found out later that God had one of His saints to start praying for me 15 minutes prior to my alarm waking me.
The specialist wanted a new ultrasound. The nurse proceeded to move the machine over my bladder area repeating I don’t get it, I can’t find it. She called the doctor in and told him she couldn’t find anything. She went as far as doing an ultrasound on my kidneys as if maybe the mass had moved. The doctor then ran more tests. I drank barium solution and had another CT Scan. Then they inserted a camera into my body to see if they could find the mass because a mass doesn’t “just disappear”. I tried to explain that, praise God, I had people praying for me. That wasn’t scientific enough for them so they declared it unexplained and sent me back to my doctor as if he could explain the Glory of God.
It is now one week later. I have been telling everyone about my miracle. God spoke to me last night as I laid in bed. I had asked Him not to let them find anything on the first test. He said no.” You will praise Me for my mercy and grace. Sometimes my grace is not sufficient and you need my Glory. I wanted all to KNOW beyond a shadow of a doubt that you did indeed have a tumor that could be seen and measured.”
Then I asked him to please let it be benign. He said “No. You will praise Me for my mercy and grace. I wanted you to see that I AM GOD. I am mighty. I will be glorified. It is not benign. It is healed”.
It was then, as I lay in my bed, that it hit me that just before all this started I had sung the song “Show me Your Glory”. That is exactly what He did. In my life He will always be glorified.
By Richard Turner 9-4-03
I had been ignoring a pain in my left hip for about a month. I figured that I had pulled a muscle and just wasn’t staying off of it long enough for it to heal. Then one day my wife noticed that I had a large bruise on my hip. It wasn’t very dark, but it was large and deep. When this didn’t go away either, I started to get really worried. My doctor tried anti inflammatory medicine and had me stay completely off of it for several days. When this didn’t solve the problem my doctor sent me in for a CT Scan. He had already warned me that I might need a hip replacement. I have had 3 knee surgeries and figured that after 13 years of limping on my knee, that I had just plain worn out the hip.
When I went to my doctor for the results I knew that something was terribly wrong. I was about 20 minutes early and they took me right back to see the doctor. I asked how my hip was and he said that I would probably need a hip replacement for both hips. Then he took a deep breath and said that he had some bad news, as if 2 hip replacements were not bad news. He looked at me and said that they had discovered a mass on my bladder. He then sent me in for more testing. A week of waiting just about drove me nuts. The ultrasound came back positive. I had a mass on my bladder 2 inches tall, 2 inches wide and 3/4 of an inch thick. It would be yet another week of waiting to see a specialist.
My sister, a nurse, did some research and informed me that about 90% of all bladder masses are malignant but very treatable. The wait seemed forever. I was never afraid that I would die, but I knew people who had cancer and I was scared of chemotherapy. I knew how sick it could make you and I hate to throw up.
Finally the day arrived for me to find out if it was benign or not. I prayed against 9-1 odds that it would be benign. I awoke at 6:45 am with a sense of peace. I found out later that God had one of His saints to start praying for me 15 minutes prior to my alarm waking me.
The specialist wanted a new ultrasound. The nurse proceeded to move the machine over my bladder area repeating I don’t get it, I can’t find it. She called the doctor in and told him she couldn’t find anything. She went as far as doing an ultrasound on my kidneys as if maybe the mass had moved. The doctor then ran more tests. I drank barium solution and had another CT Scan. Then they inserted a camera into my body to see if they could find the mass because a mass doesn’t “just disappear”. I tried to explain that, praise God, I had people praying for me. That wasn’t scientific enough for them so they declared it unexplained and sent me back to my doctor as if he could explain the Glory of God.
It is now one week later. I have been telling everyone about my miracle. God spoke to me last night as I laid in bed. I had asked Him not to let them find anything on the first test. He said no.” You will praise Me for my mercy and grace. Sometimes my grace is not sufficient and you need my Glory. I wanted all to KNOW beyond a shadow of a doubt that you did indeed have a tumor that could be seen and measured.”
Then I asked him to please let it be benign. He said “No. You will praise Me for my mercy and grace. I wanted you to see that I AM GOD. I am mighty. I will be glorified. It is not benign. It is healed”.
It was then, as I lay in my bed, that it hit me that just before all this started I had sung the song “Show me Your Glory”. That is exactly what He did. In my life He will always be glorified.
Isn't wonderful to know and be able to share, that He is still the Great Physician and STILL in the miracle working business. 
Thank you for sharing and God bless you!!! 
