Life often has a way of reminding us how fragile it is. Saturday afternoon was like any other one. Until the afternoon. Jim became tired and developed a fever. A few days ago he used the weed-whacker to clean up our backyard weeds, and the next day hiss upper groin area hurt, and we feared he might have had a hernia.
I knew he wasn’t feeling well when I entered my bedroom at 8:45 P.M. to find him already in bed watching T.V. He was under the covers, which he only does when he’s in bed for the night. When he asked me to feel his head, it was quite warm.
I took his temperature again, and realized that it climbed another degree. Before we left for the emergency room, I called a friend from church to come over and with my brother Billy, give Jim a priesthood blessing. It’s like a prayer in a way, because you receive whatever you need from God. The blessing is given by a Melchizedek Priesthood holder, by the laying on of hands and by inspiration, to one who is sick or otherwise in need of special counsel, comfort, or healing. If the blessing is for the sick, consecrated oil is used (James 5:14–15).
My heart is always filled with peace hearing the words our Heavenly Father wants us to know, and feeling His love. Although we weren’t sure what the doctors would discover when we arrived, we got in the car and drove to our local hospital at 11:30 P.M.
And we were blessed; after many tests to rule things out, he didn’t have a hernia! His fever had also gone down. Jim’s lymph nodes were still swollen, but not nearly as much as earlier. They let us leave at 5:00 A.M. and we collapsed in bed (almost) the minute we pulled into the driveway.