Archive for March, 2006
I would like to share my story as a testimony to God’s miracles, and to the power of prayer.
My husband and I were expecting our fourth child. I had a normal pregnancy up until about 31 weeks when the doctors noticed there was a problem in the baby’s growth; he was only in the 10th percentile for his gestational age. Because of this, the doctors began monitoring me more closely, doing non-stress tests and ultrasounds twice a week.
At 34 weeks, they noticed that I had excessive fluid around the baby, that the baby’s limbs were alot shorter than they should be, and that the baby appeared to have a “double-bubble” stomach. My doctors here in southeastern New Mexico decided to send me to a maternal fetal medicine specialist in Odessa, Tx (about 80 miles away).
In Odessa, Dr. B____ performed another ultrasound. He confirmed the problems that the doctors at home had stated, but he was able to give these problems a name. The “double-bubble” in the baby’s stomach was a condition called duodenal atresia, where the tube leading from the stomach to the small intestine is not present, or is blocked. Because he wasn’t able to pass any of the fluid, the baby’s stomach and kidneys were bloated beyond normal.
As long as the baby was in the womb, the doctor assured me he was fine and not in any pain, but that he would need surgery to correct the duodenal atresia shortly after birth. Because the baby had this condition, shortened arms and legs, and the fact that I has so much fluid surrounding him, Dr. B_____ also informed me that there was a great possibility that the baby would be born with Down’s Syndrome. Because of all of these complications, the doctor wanted to send me to Dallas, TX (about 400 miles from home) to deliver in order to be close to some of the best NICU departments and children surgeons in the world.
Of course, my husband and I were devastated. We were worried about the life expectancy of our child, and about the things that he might not be able to do if he was born with Down’s. However, although we both felt like having a child with Down’s syndrome would be a challenge, we knew that it would be so rewarding and that we could give him the best life possible. We weren’t really upset about Down’s syndrome, we were terrified of the surgery and the recovery. Plus, we had three school-age children that we would have to leave at home with family while we were gone to Dallas.
I had almost a week to get ready to go to Dallas, so I prepared my kids at home, my kids at school (I was a sixth grade teacher), and we tried to prepare ourselves. We called all of our family, and we were put on prayer lists around the country. My husband, children, and I prayed every night at the dinner table like we always did, but we really focused on praying for our unborn baby. I cried alot, but I knew God would help us through — he always has before.
We went to Dallas when I was 36 weeks pregnant, met with Dr. M____ (Maternal fetal medicine), and the surgeons at Children’s Medical Center. Dr. M____ did another ultrasound and confirmed Dr. B_____’s findings. The day after we arrived, they induced my labor. After three days, still no baby, not even close.
In the meantime, everyone continued to pray for us. We missed our kids, they missed us, and we were worried about the new baby. However, God heard the prayers of our friends and family, and even though the circumstances were trying, God gave us a peace that I cannot explain in words. We just knew everything was going to work out, and we continued to pray.
After the third day of labor, the doctors let me go back to the motel for the weekend and they said we would try again on Monday. Monday morning we went back in to be induced, I didn’t progress, and they finally took the baby by c-section.
My little J. S. R. was born January 24, 2005 and weighed 4lbs 14oz, and appeared to be doing well. Almost immediately after birth, we were told that he did not have Down’s Syndrome. That night, the nurses in the NICU gave him a bottle, and low and behold the next morning he pooped! He was never supposed to be able to do that until after surgery because his intestines weren’t attached to his stomach. My husband and I have never been gladder for a dirty diaper!
They transferred the baby to Children’s Medical Center to run tests to see what happened. They ran X-rays, upper GIs, lower GIs, did blood work, you name it. After four days of extensive testing, they finally told us — not only did J. not have Down’s, they could not find any evidence of the duodenal atresia. Our little boy was small, but perfectly healthy.
We came home after being in Dallas for two weeks. All the doctors apologized for their “mistakes”, but I told each and every one of them, “I don’t believe that the four doctors at home, the doctor in Odessa and the doctor in Dallas all mistaked his diagnosis — God healed him.” I believe that God wasn’t finished with J. the first day they induced my labor, that’s why I was in labor for three days without moving close to delivery. God was still working on him, healing him, and He wasn’t ready for J. to be born yet!
I know without a doubt that God healed my son, that He heard all of those wonderful people that remembered us in their prayers. I want everyone to know that God makes miracles happen every day, and that He does hear prayers. He can give you a feeling of peace when your world is falling apart. God is awesome! I feel extremely blessed not only to have a healthy son, but also to have experienced first-hand one of God’s miracles.
The baby is now 14 months old, and although he is slightly behind on some of his gross motor skills, he is doing wonderfully!
This miracle story was submitted by “K.R.” from New Mexico.
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I am catholic since birth, but an ordinary one till 35 years of age. I started reading the BIBLE with a Baptist pastor in my early readings. But I decided to read it by myself because I did not want to be accused or accuse others in misinterpreting the HOLY BOOK.
So I said “I will read Your BOOK, teach and I will follow. If YOU will not teach then I am not to be blamed, but if YOU teach then I will follow and blame me if I follow not.”
Few months of reading the HOLY BIBLE I felt that IT started giving instruction and started to make me a better person. It made me understand all religions, respect their ways–even the sinners.
Here is the crucial part that I have to cross, I FELT I HAVE TO BE IN A GROUP OF BELIEVERS BUT WHICH GROUP SHOULD I BELONG TO SINCE THE BIBLE made me respect all all groups, MUSLIM, BORN AGAIN CHRISTIANS, ATHEIST, BUDDHIST and all the rest. I even prayed with everybody calling to ONE SUPREME SOURCE of all that is GOOD.
Should I be with the BAPTIST? PROTESTANTS, PENTECOSTALS ONENESS, TRINITARIANS? IT WAS THEN WHEN THIS THING HAPPENED. I said put me in a group where I can serve you better.
Then on the Saturday of that week with all my six children and my wife we went to Catholic Church, SANTO DOMINGO, in Quezon City, an amazing thing happened. I say it was a miracle.
While we were inside the church on that Saturday morning after the Holy mass sitting on the pews I saw a heavy built bodied man walking towards the image of Sacred Heart of JESUS in a fervent prayerful manner, walking so gently. He knelt and started embracing the image, after which he went back to his seat, walking so prayerfully. I’ve never seen such mood like he had. Then looking back to the image I was surprised that the image was looking at me! The image was facing opposite side before.
I tried to check my vision so I asked my son on my left side to see where the image was looking, and my son said on the right side. How come I see it looking at me on the left side? To check again I asked my daughter on my right side the same question and she said on the right. But I see it looking at me sitting on the left side. How can this be?
Then I heard a voice say, “Take ABU, carry him and bring him closer to me.e” My son ABU was sick then suffering from Nephrotic Syndrome. I obeyed the voice, carrying my son closer to the image of JESUS. While walking and almost there, the left hand of the image touched my son’s head.
Maybe a coincidence because of my height and my son’s head next to the image–maybe that is why the left hand was in perfect height to touch my son’s head.
But I knew that something was happening. And my son was cured.
This story submitted by “J.G., Jr.” in the Philippines
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My whole life has been filled with dreams that seemed right to me at the time. I never could go to college because I had so many interests I never could settle on one plan for my whole life. At age 23 I was starting to think I would always be nothing but a housewife.
One of my favorite ideas was to open up a restaurant with my father. We are pretty much the best of friends and we love cooking together and inventing new recipes. I am not a very healthy person.
I suffer from kidney disease, heart disease and asthma. The limits of my health frequently cause me to become discouraged.
This year I purchased a new home and had intended to sell my old one for almost twice what I paid for it. I live in a small town and my house is located right in the middle of the few businesses in town.
One day my father entered the city office and the mayor stepped out and asked “when are you and your daughter going to turn her old house into a restaurant?” (There is no restaurant in our town and people travel several miles to eat out.) He just laughed and said “I wish”. She said “seriously, it’s the perfect location and could be easily zoned commercial.”
The next day he saw a friend of his who used to own his own restaurant and casually told him how close we had been to opening a restaurant of our own. The man, who had recently closed his restaurant, told dad that just that morning the family had called a meeting and decided to sell their equipment, only a few months old, for less than half what they had paid for it. My father told me about it later that night and said that he had the sign he was looking for. I have a feeling that now, at age 23, my dreams may be about to come true, but I kinda knew they would all along.
” I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me”
This story submitted by “C.W.” from AR