Oh Phil,

I so remember that night you were with me the whole night in ER and more. And I just kept clinging to those words of yours for the same reason. I knew you were an still are, an intercessor. And John in deed didn't die. He's very much with us today. That was 8 and a half years ago. John and I are thankful for each and every day God has given us since then.

I think most everybody currently on e-church was also on at that time. And how y-all prayed for us.  Nobody can tell me that a blind pastor cannot be with a church member in their hour of crisis either. Just sayin'. 

When John gave me your message. I was just going to leave a text on Sandy's phone which I did. I didn't want to bother either of you. I figured you were together. I kept hearing that I needed to communicate with you as well. Thus the audio message. I kept speaking words of life for big Everett.

I'm sorry the little guys had to have all that trauma. How hard for all of you. Praying the enemy won't be involved in any of the memory there. 

I was just thinking this morning how the enemy never, never plays fair.  But then why should the father of lies be counted on to play fair. 


Happy Sunday all.

Vicki
  



----- Original Message -----
From: Phil Scovell <[log in to unmask]>
To: [log in to unmask]
Date: Saturday, September 12, 2015 10:10 pm
Subject: By the way

>
>
> My two younger grandsons were going to stay with me so they wouldn't be in 
> the way.  I have no idea whose idea that was but I thought they should be 
> with their dad.  So, Ryan and Cooper, ages 9 and 5, came into my office and 
> my daughters son, 16, whose
> name is Taylor, brought them over and they all explained what they saw. 
> Taylor ran back to the house and Ryan said, hear the ambulance siren 
> Grandpa?  I heard it a couple of seconds later but I told him the fire 
> department would likely come first because they had medical helpers that 
> would be helping his dad before the ambulance could arrive.  That is exactly 
> what happened.  I told the boys, since I felt bad they were made to come to 
> grandpa's house because they would be in the way if they staid, to open the 
> door so they could see the firetruck and ambulance.  Then I told them, as 
> they watched the men getting out, to go out and stand in front of my office 
> so they could see.  I went out with them but by then, the first responders 
> were in my son's house.  We came back into my office and then Ryan said, 
> Grandpa, can you die from having a seizure?  I almost started crying.  I 
> explained by saying, Ryan, you can die from anything.  I said, even a broken 
> leg can make a person die.  It can get infected, if not taken care of 
> properly, but I said, Your dad is not going to die.  He asked, What will 
> they do for dad in the hospital.  I explained, in basic terms, what they 
> would do for him and they would probably give him medication to help him 
> feel better but, I said, he won't die.  I don't know if Vicki, here on the 
> list remembers, but the night she called and said her husband, John, was 
> back in the hospital and they were going to rush him into open heart surgery 
> right away, the Lord told me, John isn't going to die yet.  I climbed out of 
> bed about 1 in the morning and rushed up just as they were wheeling John out 
> to the surgical room.  I stayed with Vicki, and John's sister who came up, 
> until 9 o'clock that morning.  I had been asleep for about an hour and I 
> never got sleepy all night.  I was sitting in an empty waiting room next to 
> Vicki the whole night and occasionally Vicki would say something like, I 
> sure never dreamed I'd be planning a funeral tomorrow.  I always said the 
> same thing, John isn't going to die, Vicki.  You see, it is what Jesus said 
> to me so I just repeated his words; John isn't going to die yet.  What was I 
> thinking and feeling you might ask?  I was hearing the same things Vicki was 
> hearing, he is going to die, he isn't going to make it, how am I going to 
> handle the funeral arrangements, and more.  Each time I heard such things, 
> on the other hand, I said, John isn't going to die yet.  Vicki couldn't do 
> it by herself because circumstances out of her control were pounding her 
> into the ground.  As an intercessor, I could speak in her behalf.  Besides, 
> Vicki is an intercessor, too, and I knew, just like today, when she called 
> and said I'm praying for you guys, I knew she not only would indeed pray for 
> all of us but I took great pleasure in knowing she is an intercessor and 
> knows how to pray for others in need.  In fact, the Lord reminded me of 
> exactly that when I heard her audio recording come in to my iPhone.  In this 
> case today, on the other hand, I heard no such assurance from the Lord. 
> Believe me, as I waited at home for two hours to hear from Sandy, I prayed 
> fluently and aggressively and strained to hear the confirmation, your son 
> won't die, but it never came.  So what did I do?  I spoke what God said to 
> the children of Israel in Deuteronomy, speak life and not death.  I have 
> told you all of this to also ask you to pray for the four boys whose dad had 
> a seizure today in front of them and had to watch as their father was 
> carried out to an ambulance.  Tony, Elijah, Ryan, and Cooper.  Things of 
> this nature, if used by the Enemy, can have life time ramifications and 
> unholy effect on people and that is something, as long as I am alive, won't 
> be the spiritual heritage of my grandchildren.  Just mention their names 
> when this comes to your mind; Jesus knows the rest.
> 
> Phil.