Tag: God’s Grace
I’m a single mother of two–a boy and a girl about one year apart. A few years ago, back in the Spring of 2001, I was driving home from the park where we had my son’s 2nd birthday celebration. My kids were in the back seat of my 1989 white Toyota Corolla. I was driving on the 405 North freeway from the 2nd to the slow lane. As I was driving, I had decided to change lanes so I could drive a little bit faster. I wanted to get home quickly because the kids were cranky and I was tired from the whole event.
When I was about to change lanes, on my right side I saw a gray Integra ( I believe ) that was going at the same pace as me and changing lanes at the same time. So I went back to my lane where I was going more slowly. Suddenly my car jerked and started spinning. The steering wheel was out of control and I could not maneuver the car. All I was doing was holding on to my steering wheel. I looked behind me and my kids were crying so loud, that I didn’t know what to do. I told them everything well be okay, and if this was our one last day of each other, that it was going to be okay.
The car was still spinning. I looked to my front window and all I can remember was my car heading to the edge of the divider, where it was going out of the freeway. When I saw where we were heading to, I closed my eyes, and prayed to God, asking Him this one last time take care of us, to help us right now at this moment. Everything was happening so fast that I couldn’t even think anymore. After I had closed my eyes and prayed for help, my car stopped.
I opened my eyes and I looked around the area and at my kids in the back, and I cried for joy. We were all alive in the middle of the freeway. All cars stopped and just waited to see if anyone was hurt. Soon enough, three people came up to me and asked if everyone was okay, and all I said was “can I please use your phone?” They checked on my kids, and smiled and hugged them that we were all okay. Then a man came to me and handed me his phone and I called my dad to tell him that I had an accident. He came and had someone tow my car.
I never believed that a miracle could happen and it’s given by GOD, but now I believe. I am grateful my kids are alive with me to this day. I know now that I do have something to accomplish in this EARTH, if HE had given me another chance to live.
This miracle story was submitted by “J.A.” of CA.
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God allowed me to live three times.
The second time was in July, 2000. I’d been really sick for months and months and all I could eat was yogurt and fruit cocktail and green beans. I was in the hospital in June 2000 for 10 plus days. I passed bile from both ends for most of those days.
The Chief of the hospital told my husband and me that it was my gall bladder, but they couldn’t operate because my gall bladder wasn’t showing up as bad. I signed myself out because I decided I could go home and die. They weren’t doing anything for me there.
By the end of the next month, July, 2000, I went to a doctor’s appointment and my white blood count went to 20,000. The first time I’d been hospitalized in June, it was 15,000. I’d also like to say, the first time I went into the hospital, I’d driven myself there and had my father-in-law with me because it was his appointment day, not mine.
My doctor saw me in the waiting room and asked me what I was doing there and I told him I brought my father-in-law for his appointment. He said while you are here, let me check your white blood count, and that’s when it was 15,000.
My father-in-law was stranded. It was about an hour and a half drive from home so my husband had to come get my father-in-law. Then, on the July visit, I’d had an appointment with the eye doctor. I was out of my acid reflux medicine and went to my clinic to have it refilled.
My doc came out and said while you are here, let me check your white blood count. It was 20,000 and again, I drove myself to the hospital. My doctor informed me that there were no surgeons on duty at the VA hospital and he transported me to a civilian hospital (Rowan) there in Salisbury.
The doctor was waiting for me in the ER. He immediately sent me for an ultra sound and gave me a Demerol shot because by the time they finished the ultra sound which is not painful at all, it did leave me in pain because of the pushing of the instrument on my stomach around the gallbladder.
When the Dr. came in, he asked me if I had any family with me and I said no, but my husband was on his way because my VA doctor called him. The Dr. said it was my gall bladder and he said he was going to try to do my surgery the next day in the morning, but if he could get the crew together he wanted he’d do it at midnight. At the time he told me this, it was approx. 4:30 pm.
He kept coming in and asking me if my husband had gotten there yet. I said no. Finally at 5:45 pm, my husband arrived and my Dr. came in and asked if it was my husband. I introduced the Dr. to my husband, they shook hands and the Dr. said kiss her good-bye we are going in now to take her gall bladder out.
That was a far cry from midnight or early in the morning. He explained to my husband that it was a 45 min. surgery and I’d be in recovery about that long and if I did well, I could go home the next morning and he said if my gall bladder wasn’t inflamed he was going to use laser.
While on the operating table, both my lungs collapsed, my gall bladder was gangrene, and ruptured and dead. I also got pleurisy and pneumonia in both lungs. When the surgery was over, the Doctor told my husband I was not going to make it. I had to go on life support for a few days, then when I wasn’t doing much better, they went ahead and took me off. They never even bothered to put me in ICU.
By the grace of God, I lived and I got out of the hospital 8 days later. The Lord has been good to me. That was not my first miracle for myself. My first miracle happened years before, in 1976 I had a head-on collision going 60 mph.
I lived and had a broken neck, but didn’t know my neck had been broken until over 20 plus years later. I knew I was hurt at the time, but there was no technology to see a hairline fracture in 1976, like there is today. My head bobbed like the little dogs that people have in their cars.
I praise God for both those miracles and for the one I just got. And the most recent miracle came just a month ago. There were 2 nodules found on my left lung that the doctor thought was suspicious. The “C” word was never used. I went into the hospital on Aug 16, and had the surgery to remove those nodules that day. I had to go on life support because it was my lungs they were operating on and the ventilator helped me breathe until I could do it on my own.
I got through the surgery just fine and the nodules were benign, praise the Lord!!! I did alright for a couple of days off the life support. But, after that, I couldn’t breathe right and I had a fever of 104, they packed me in ice and I caught sepsis and also pneumonia and was put on life support again.
I saw angels in my room, 3 on the right side and 1 on the left side of my room, and I saw white angels guarding the gates of Heaven and I saw the most beautiful white light coming out of the top of the gates that these huge angels were guarding.
It was a gut wrenching experience because God allowed me to live and He also allowed me a glimpse of glory. It was so amazing that the first week I tried to talk about it, I couldn’t do it without crying and sobbing my heart out.
The doctors gave me a 50-50 chance. Because of the Lord and His love for me, His child, I lived. I love the Lord with all my heart and soul. I was in the hospital for about 16 days with 14 of them in ICU. I give all the glory to the Lord for loving me enough to let me live through all these things.
I also praise Him for allowing me to have angels to watch over me and protect me and I am so blessed to be able to see a glimpse of Heaven. God is truly wonderful and loving and kind. Most of all, He is real, very real and I was on lots of prayer lists and I feel like every prayer that went up for me is why I am here today recuperating.
These three miracle stories were submitted by “L.C.” in MS
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It was a beautiful autumn day, September 26, 2006, to be exact. Usually that time of year is still very hot in Houston, Texas, but not this particular day. The sky was Colorado blue and the temperature was in the upper 70’s with no humidity. That in itself was a miracle if you know anything about Houston weather!
It was my mother’s birthday and I was on my way to visit her gravesite. My mother had been with the Lord for about a year and a half by this time. About 2 weeks prior to her birthday, I found myself in the midst of major grief and depression.
I knew where my mother was for she loved the Lord Jesus with all of her heart. She taught all 10 of my brothers and sisters about the saving grace of Jesus. Still, my soul was heavy laden with sadness and I would cry at the drop of a match.
I drove myself to the cemetery and walked toward the grave and the bench we had placed nearby. I began to pray to God and thanked Him for the precious mother that He gave to me. I also asked the Father to give my mom a message for me. I asked Him if He would please tell my mother thank you for me and to tell her how much I love her and miss her. I also asked Him to give my mom and big birthday hug and kiss for me!
I was still very weepy and sad so I began to sing some hymns of praise and worship. I surely thought that putting a song in my heart and on my lips would lift me out of my despair but it did not.
It was almost time for me to pick my son up from school. I had been at the cemetery for about 1 1/2 hrs. singing and praying the entire time. As I walked back toward my car, I was just as sad as when I got there. I said to the Lord, “Please God, take this burden from me and replace it with your joy. Where I have sadness, give me happiness. Where I have brokenness, please give me your healing. I thank you, Father, for receiving my mother into Your Kingdom and I look forward to being with all of you. Please God, I cast this care upon you and ask You to handle it for me because it is much too overwhelming for me.”
As I prayed and made my requests known, I felt as if a huge, very heavy cloak was lifted off of my shoulders. The sensation was so real that I stopped in my tracks and turned around to look, fully expecting to see a this big, kingly cloak laying on the ground. I remember chuckling out loud and saying, “Thank you, God.”
Before I reached my car, two more “cloaks” were lifted off of my shoulders. I can honestly say that although I miss my sweet mother tremendously, it is well with my soul. I have not had another hard cry since that day. On my mother’s birthday, the Lord gave me a gift. It was the gift of grace from El Shaddai -the All Sufficient God!
This miracle story was submitted by “R.D.W.” in TX.
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How did one of the most special days of my life turn into a nightmare?
I have two children, Derick who is twelve and Michael who is three. My pregnancy with Derick was a piece of cake, everything went smoothly and I gave birth to an 8lb and 7oz bouncing baby boy. He was perfect with no health issues. Because of the ease with which I delivered Derick, l assumed everything would go as well when I delivered my second son. I could not have been more wrong.
The beginning of my pregnancy with Michael was uneventful, it wasn’t until my six month glucose test that I had any problems at all. The results of my test showed that I had a severe case of gestational diabetes. I was taking up to 120 units of insulin a day.
My original due date was January 3rd but, by December I could not sleep, my fingers would tingle all the time, and I was very uncomfortable. Due to my increasing symptoms from the diabetes, my doctors decided that they were going to induce me the day after Christmas, December 26th.
I was so excited. My husband, Phil, and I got up at 6:00 a.m. and drove to Norwalk Hospital happily anticipating the arrival of our first son together. Soon after my arrival, the hospital staff began a Pitocin drip to induce my labor. After several hours of Pitocin I had still not gone into labor. I was not at all dilated. Finally, at 6:00 pm, 12 hours after my “induction” my doctor sent me home and said we would give it another try the following morning.
The next morning, bright and early, Phil and I arrived at the Hospital again; still excited but becoming a bit worried and anxious. I was given a gel treatment in an attempt to cause dilation and speed things up, but again we had no success. We again were sent home and told to return the next morning for a second gel treatment.
At this point I was not only uncomfortable but frustrated as well. We once again returned home. My mother and father-in-law came to our house to visit and took Phil and me out to lunch. We decided to try things the old fashioned way, so we all went for a long walk to try to speed things up on our own.
That night, at long last, my labor finally started! I was in a great deal of pain, but at the same time I was happy that this pregnancy was finally going to be over and I was going to have my little boy! I called the doctor and told her my contractions were getting very close and she instructed me to head out to Norwalk Hospital .
It was around 10:00 p.m. on Sunday evening when my doctor arrived and checked the status of my dilation. I was disappointed to hear that I was only about two centimeters. She started the Pitocen drip again and my labor progressed. Shortly thereafter I decided to get an epidural.
Time started passing and the pain was increasing. At about 10:00 a.m. Monday morning I was still only dilated about 5 centimeters. The doctor came in again around 12:00 noon and broke my water. She reported to us that she saw meconium in the fluid.
My mother, who has been a nurse for 20 years, was very concerned and inquired why they were not making the choice to perform an emergency C-section. Her response was, “because it was not like ‘split pea soup.’” Although, my mother thought it was very odd and we were all getting nervous, we assumed the doctor knew what she was talking about and trusted her opinion.
Overall, I was feeling lousy and began to feel hot. I asked the doctor to take my temperature and it was over 104 degrees. The baby’s heart rate had increased so high it was off the charts and they could no longer read it. We were all very scared.
For the next few hours I progressively got worse and at approximately 5:00 p.m. my doctor came in and decided she wanted to do an emergency C-section. To further complicate matters, my surgery was delayed because the anisthegeologist was preoccupied with another situation so I had to wait.
At about 8:00 p.m. that evening they finally wheeled me in to surgery and there were a group of doctors waiting to care for the baby when he arrived. A few minutes later Michael was born thru C-section. He weighed 9lbs 8ozs and he was blue and could hardly breathe, hardly the picture of health that I had seen when Derick was born.
For what seemed like an eternity, I waited in recovery. I had no idea what was going on with Michael. Finally, my doctor came in and told Phil and I that Michael was very, very sick and that if he were to survive, he would have to be transferred to Yale. She further explained that Norwalk Hospital did not have the equipment and machines that Michael would need to recover.
Phil traveled to Yale with Michael and I was taken about an hour later. My luxury accommodations included an upright wheel chair in the back of an ambulance while the driver is on I-95 in the 3rd lane going about 80-90mph with a ton of bumps. Not too pleasant on a two hour old C-section.
I finally arrived at Yale and was transported up to the 9th floor. After I got settled in the nurses took my temperature and it was still very high. I felt awful, physically and mentally. Around 1:00 a.m. a doctor came in our room and told us that Michael was still very sick and that we were going to have to make a decision regarding Michael’s treatment.
He had a 50% chance of surviving with no treatment. Our other option was to put him on a Machine called the ECMO, which would increase his chances to 70%. Without hesitation, we told the doctor to do whatever he could to do to save our baby’s life. He said he would call up for us after the procedure and tell us the status.
At this point I still have not yet held, or even seen Michael; all we could do was wait. Michael made it through the night into the next day, which was December 30th. It was the longest night of my life. I finally saw him the next day and as the day progressed he began doing better and better. I was letting myself be hopeful.
On the second day, December 31st, at about 5:00 p.m. I was sitting in my room on the 9th floor. My sister-in-law came running into the room frantically and says to me, Debbie they need you downstairs ASAP in the NICU with Phil and your family.
As I entered the unit my heart was throbbing and I was so nervous. I will never forget the scene. I saw all the doctors crying and Phil was screaming please take me not Michael! My parents and in-laws were there, I went up to Michael and kissed him on his forehead and whispered in his little ear, “Michael the angels are watching over you.”
I could not stop crying, the doctors told us that Michael was failing and at that point there was nothing to be done to save him. Michael’s heart rate started to drop so they escorted all of us to the waiting area where I was with Phil, his parents, and mine. We all were crying and in shock. I was physically sick.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and it was one of the doctors (Dr. Chapman). She told us that there may be one more thing they can try on Michael, an older procedure that they used with the ECMO. She explained how they tried the newer procedure on Michael and he did not take to it, but there was that last option.
As she left I said to my family we are sitting here as if he is already dead and we need to go up to the room and pray. I waited for the doctor to call us with the news on how it went. Finally, the phone rang. I couldn’t believe what I heard. The doctor told me that Michael had responded to the procedure and his stats improved.
Phil and I spoke with the doctors and they wanted us to understand that everyday was going to be a struggle with Michael on the ECMO machine and that there were no guarantees. They also told us that patients who do go on the ECMO can only be on it for a total of up to 12 days and then they have to take him off of it, no matter what happens.
Over the next few weeks, Michael would have a few good days and then a few bad. Time was passing and he was not showing improvement and they were getting worried because the 12th day was quickly approaching. The doctors told us to go home and they would call us they were going to take him off the machine.
We had no choice, so Phil and I waited by the phone. It seemed like a lifetime but it finally rang and the doctor told us that they took him off the machine and he was stable! He remained on a ventilator and all the other various machines, but he had made it through the first process.
We were so happy I can honestly say for the first time I had hope and believed he was going to make it, and that the worst was over. I never believed in miracles, but now I do because Michael’s life is a miracle.
The doctors informed us that there could be complications with the ECMO as time passed. They explained that some babies who were on it suffer from different ailments during their lifetimes, but Michael has absolutely nothing wrong with him.
I missed out on the beginning of Michael’s life. The first time I held Michael was when he was about three weeks old, but it was a moment I will never forget and will always cherish.
If it were not for the grace of God, the doctors at Yale New Haven Hospital, and the ECMO machine my son would not be here today.