I am SO, SO excited about this post today!! Raquelle is a friend of mine from high school. She and I sang in choirs and ensembles together during those fun, four years, but it has been during the past three years that the Lord has allowed our friendship to grow. I am so thankful for her and she is a faithful supporter of FFS. She has graciously written today’s post and is sharing her miracle with us.
Let’s boast in the Lord together!!
I can testify of the power of God because of a miracle that happened in my life. Isaac was born about five weeks early. I was able to hold him for a few moments, then he was taken away and put into the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. He was intubated and given oxygen to live.
He had sticky lungs, pneumonia, jaundice, and had to be fed through a tube in his nose. After less than a week of being in the NICU, however, he had improved enough to be switched from the Critical to the Intermediate side.
It seemed that all was getting better, but he had apnea for which they wanted to run tests. When his test for reflux was positive we were assured by nurses that his MRI would come back clean. To everyone’s shock, it did not.
The MRI showed that my son had had brain bleeds, the infant term for “strokes,” on both sides of his brain. On a scale from 1 to 4 (4 being the worst), one was a 3 and the other a 4. I became physically ill while the doctor explained the extent of his potential for severe disabilities and handicaps. There was a 60% chance of debilitating Cerebral Palsy that affected his entire body. There was a greater chance than not that he would also have mental disabilities. I had to ask the nurse to take my beautiful baby because I felt my arms would no longer hold him.
Whatever His plan for us, we knew we needed God more than we had ever needed Him before. I immediately requested a blessing of healing for Isaac. We enlisted the faith of family, friends, nurses, and even total strangers from around the world to pray for my son. Together we placed his name in prayer groups and temples.
I have never felt my Savior so close to me. I knew I was not alone and, exactly as He was with the family of Lazarus, He was crying with me. Just as He knew the great joy He was about to bestow upon that family, He knew of the great joy that He was about to bestow upon mine. The miracles were large from the beginning. Isaac learned how to drink from his bottle before he left the NICU- that meant no permanent feeding tube. God gave us an angel on earth with his physical therapist. She (and others) worked to teach him how to roll over- he does. How to sit up- he does. How to crawl- he does. The first time he walked across the room I sobbed and again thanked God for the miracle of my son. I know the reason my son walks today is because God answered the prayers of all those faithful people. I know that “with God nothing is impossible.” My son walks.
I will always boast in the Lord!
How has God shown you His power recently?