Everybody's stories are so amazing! I'm sure our Dad loves when we tell of His intervention in our lives. Here is one of mine; my biggest one. It's a long story, but I'll shorten it as much as I can.
Years ago, while pregnant with my youngest son, I prayed all the typical "mommy-prayers"...make him perfect, no sickness, and oh yeah...I want him circumcised on the 8th day, so please no pressure from the doctors...blah blah blah...(how spoiled we are!) My 9 months passed in happy, healthy bliss.
Birth came around and he suddenly had severe meconium aspiration and he was born nearly dead. When I saw him for the first time, limp, lifeless, and fading I felt the fear and anger begin to rise up like a horrible, terrifying, all consuming wave in the delivery room. Then, inexplicably, it suddenly washed off me! It just vanished. I couldn't have dragged up that fear if I wanted to! Then I heard a voice "Watch me. Watch what I do..." that no one else heard. The NICU team arrived with their baby sized crash cart and they took my dying son away with a promise that they would have us there before "the end". Wonderful, huh? His dad was crying and when I told him what I heard, everyone looked at me with pity...I was obviously losing my mind, unable to accept that our son was dying. We found he had destroyed his lung tissue. He had a small piece left 1/2 the size of a postage stamp. They told us that babies "like this" don't live too long, and if they do, they have a life of seizures and retardation from the oxygen loss, and probably blindness from the pure oxygen environment they put them in. "Sure, okay...but I heard differently..." More looks of pity from the recovery nurses (I was in that special room they put you in when everyone knows this is not going to be a good outcome) "Do you know where you are?" "Yes, of course I know where I am" "Do you realize you had a baby?" "Yes and he's sick and the doctor said he's probably going to die and I'm telling YOU I HEARD DIFFERENTLY! God said to watch Him, so I am...Can I have something to eat please? I'm starving..."
Since this is a thread of miracles and answered prayer, you can tell that the days in the NICU went by; and my son became known by his nurse as her "Miracle Baby". Many times I would find all 3 neonatalogists hovering over his little bed, wondering what to make of this kid. Obviously he didn't die. Well, then surely there will be blindness and seizures...nope. Those that survive don't do so quickly, so the best bet is we could take him home in 4 months. No again.
One morning I walked in and the doctor said "Well, this is ridiculous. We're just watching him here. You can do that just as well at home. We can release him tomorrow. See you then." And the next day as Dad and I drove our newly-circumcised little boy home, it suddenly dawned on me that it was his 8th day. God said "See...in all the mayhem and seeming destruction...I even remembered that, because you are that important."
Today that boy whose future held nothing but seizures, retardation and probably blindness is an amazing, self-taught bass player (on our praise and worship team), sold out on Jesus, a critical thinker and always at the top of his class in all his studies. AMEN!
"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."