Testimonies

My Son's Miracle By Annonymous On June 14th, 1992, I awoke and began getting ready for church. This Sunday morning was unlike any other morning. While getting myself ready, I had this strange feeling inside of me. It wouldn't go away. I just felt weird. As I stood at the bathroom sink, I heard God's voice tell me to pray, so I did. I didn't know what to pray about, so I was just talking with God, thanking Him and praising Him. Now, I didn't normally go to church. I was saved the year before, and spent alot of time with God alone. I was getting to know God for myself. But on this day, I went. I can't tell you what the sermon was about, as I stayed in the nursery and cared for a young boy who was unable to care for himself. I had this sudden urge to pray over this boy and ask God to heal him. I remember thinking that his parents would wonder who I thought I was if they came in and their boy was normal. So I shrugged it off, and didn't pray for him. Still, I continued to have this strange feeling inside, but I couldn't shake it. All day long, I would hear God's voice tell me to pray. And I did, every time. After arriving home from church, my family went to my husband's parents' house just to visit. While we were there, God's voice, again told me to pray, and I did. This feeling was still there! My 5 yr. old daughter and my 3 1/2 yr. old son were pitching horseshoes in the backyard. My husband was with them, and I, having MS (Multiple Sclerosis). Sat in a chair and was just kind of hanging out, not really aware of my husband and kids. Just in my own thoughts with God, I guess, and with that odd feeling inside that wouldn't go away. All of a sudden, I heard my son scream and then cry and my husband yelling and running toward the house with our son in his arms. My daughter ran behind them. My mother-in-law was running into the house and toward the bathroom. I followed everyone into the house and went inside and saw that my son had blood coming from the back of his head and my mother-in-law was holding an icepack on his head and applying pressure. My husband said that he would run him to the hospital. Out of my mouth came "I'll go too!" My mother-in-law said she would watch the kids (my daughter and baby). We left for the hospital. I held my son on my lap and just began to pray all the way to the hospital. My husband kept talking to him, making sure he was coherent. Now, I have to tell you that my husband was NOT a believer. I had a peace as we pulled into the hospital, but still that feeling deep inside me. I wasn't nervous or afraid, I can't realy describe this feeling, but it was just there, like in the pit of my stomach. We sat in the waiting room and my son's head had quit bleeding at this time, and you could now see the gash in the back of his head. It was obvious he would need stitches. But he felt fine and was running around like any 3 yr. old would do. As we waited, I had this horrible vision flash before my eyes and a terrible thought that my son was going to die. I thought; "This is rediculous, he's just getting stitches!" I heard that voice again ask me to pray, so I bowed my head right there and did. Then the doctor called for us. As we entered the Emergency Room, I noticed that we were in an unusual room. Not one with curtains, but this one was the end one. It was cinder blocked and had a wooden door. There was alot of equipment in this room. An oxygen machine, and I noticed a table that held equipment that contained the paddles for shocking one's heart and stuff like that. It seemed so cold. As the doctor left momentarily, I offered up a prayer and welcomed the Holy Spirit to come into the room. I wanted it to be as comfortable as possible for my son. The doctor returned with a nurse and my husband and I were asked if we wanted to stay or wait outside. We both said that we'd stay. I felt strange. Later, I found out that my husband also had this strange feeling. The doctor began to prep our son for the procedure. He had him stand on the table and put his arms behind his back, and then his tiny hands were put into a pillowcase, and then a papoose- type of thing was strapped to him. Then they laid him down on his belly. There was a pillow for his head. The nurse took her place at the head of the table and held my sons head in her hands. The doctor draped a small, square green sheet over the injured part of his head, and there was a hole in it where he could stitch the wound through it.He began the antesthetic. My son began to scream in this awful voice (I will never forget it), and he was fighting and breaking free of the papoose. He was screaming "Why are you letting them do this to me?! Stop it! Stop it! I can't breathe!" All at once my husband grabbed his arms that broke free and I grabbed his legs and held him down and I laid my head on his buttocks and began to pray; "Oh Jesus! Please don't let this be a trauma for him." I felt his body jerk underneath me and he settled down instantly. I had this real sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and I wanted to yell "stop!" and take my son home. My husband was having the same thought. The doctor finished with the stitches and we rolled him over to tell him how proud we were of him, but he was dead! As I write this, the memory of that day comes back to me and I sit here in tears. My son, my baby, was gray and his lips were the darkest purple I had ever seen. Almost black. As I stood there, I knew that he was dead, but my mind was speaking to God and saying, "But I know you will give him back, and even if you don't I will praise you anyway." My husband at the same time was screaming that he was dead and something about the doctor killing his son. I remember my husband's face. I will never forget how he looked. All of a sudden all of the life in his face was gone and he looked like an old man. He was running out into the hall, grabbing nurses and pushing them into the room. The doctor was scared. He jumped over the table and listened for breath, there was none. Then he listened for a heartbeat, there wasn't one. He began CPR right away. All of this was happening so fast. As I was thinking my thought to God, I felt this power come over me that I have never felt before or since. It was a force that propelled me to the end of the bed. I stood there at my son's feet, not knowing what I was doing there. I watched as the doctor tried CPR and failed, I listened as the nurse holding my son's right wrist in her hand said "He's not responding doctor, Doctor, he's not responding!" That voice pierced the silence in that room. I stretched my hands up onto my son's cold gray thighs and I was thinking "God! I don't know what to pray!" I began, LOUD, trying to drowned out that piercing voice. And as the doctor turned and called for the paddles, I screamed; "FATHER!.................JESUS!" Then I heard that voice that I had heard all day long telling me to pray. He said "Call on Me." I knew then WHO He was. I screamed "HOLY SPIRIT! BREATHE LIFE INTO THIS CHILD, IN JESUS' MIGHTY NAME!" Instantly, my son made this awful sound, like he was sucking in the whole world, and he sat up. His face now shone like Moses' face. He was a beautiful color! I jumped and jumped with my hands in the air screaming "Thankyou Jesus! I Praise you, Jesus!" Then I grabbed my son off of that table and held him close. I was telling him how proud I was of him. He wasn't responding. He was just staring into space, not moving, not blinking, just doing nothing. He just laid limp in my arms. My husband grabbed him from me and asked the doctor how to turn the oxygen thing on. He said "He needs oxygen!" As the nurse and my husband struggled with the machine and mask, I was thinking; "I brought my son in here and all he needed was stitches, then I was going to go home without him forever, now I'm taking him home, a vegetable!" I laid my hand upon my son's tiny forehead, and said "Jesus, heal his mind in your precious Name." Instantly, my son pushed the oxygen mask off of his face and said; "I don't like this!" My husband and I took our little boy home that night alive and well, completely healed by the power of God and Jesus' Name! This experience has changed our lives forever.