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My daughter wanted me to write to you and share one of several miracles God gave to us while she was sick with Leukemia. This happened in July of 1990. We had taken her to the doctor on Thursday and she had run some blood work and called me on Friday morning and told me to take my daughter to another doctor right away--that she was very sick--I asked, "What?" Anyway, we took her to see the new doctor and things starting happening really fast; they did more blood work and spinal taps and then sent us to be admitted into the hospital. It was the worst day of our lives. When I get nervous I have to potty like I've been drinking coffee for days, so while on one my trips to the ladies room I started praying harder than I ever remember praying before--I begged God, I promised God, you name it, I prayed it (and I mean I prayed every trip to the john I went). Friday night I hadn't been able to sleep all night--I just stood in the window looking out--wondering what was going on. I didn't understand this was my angel--my sweet little seven-year-old long blond hair sweetie pie--why, Lord, why? Saturday came and there were more blood transfusions and reactions, and she was scared, and the whole family starting pouring in and people from our church were coming; it was a lot of people that cared and that was nice, but it was my baby--my life. A few days passed with more tests and more blood, and then finally they confirmed it was A.L.L, a good form of Leukemia they said. It didn't make sense to me then what all they were saying; I felt like I was in this fog--I couldn't eat--if I tried it made me sick. I lived off coffee and the once-in-a-while smoke when I was made to leave the room and get some fresh air by my husband or relative. I must of looked pretty bad, but my sweet girl was getting sicker every day--to make her well made her really sick too--and she stopped eating. A day or so had gone by and she couldn't or wouldn't eat anything. I mean we offered everything you could think of--offered to go anywhere in Atlanta and bring it back to her--nothing. So everyone had gone home for the night except me and her--she and I were lying there on the bed, talking and watching TV and all the sudden she said, "Mom, I want a hot dog." What? A hot dog? My mind started in high gear--where in the world was I going to find a hot dog at 11:00 p.m.? The cafe in the hospital was closed. I called the nurses station and asked them; they said they didn't know of a machine in the whole hospital that had one, so I called my husband, my daughter's dad, and got him to talk to her while I went downstairs to check all the vending machines and see. I got on the elevator and went to the basement of the hospital and started my search--none anywhere--I went to every break area there was and there was no hot dog. So I'm walking along in a hurry, worried about her being upstairs alone--and I turned this corner and there was the back door to the cafe, with a big sign on it: Employees Only. I just stopped and stood there looking at it, and God just moved my feet and raised my hand to try the door. It opened. I will never be able to explain this feeling, and as I walked in my eyes kind of searched the room, but focused on the counter right in front of me--and there was her hot dog all ready on a plate wrapped in plastic ready to eat. I stood there for a minute, then said, "Oh, thank you, dear GOD!" grabbed it and took off for her room---with a smile on my face--I felt this glow---I walked in to her room and said, "God made this hot dog just for you!!" And I believe it with all my being. We had other things happen to us in the three years of chemo and hospital stays until she was well and done with A.L.L, but this is our favorite!!! For months, my ten-year-old niece, Sara, had been telling everyone that when she turned sixteen her daddy was going to buy her a brand new BMW car. This kind of became a joke between family members. My mother would say, "the only new BMW Sara will get will be a toy". On January 22, 1998, my beloved mother passed away of a stroke. A few days later, after she had been buried, my sister-in-law and I went to the grocery store for a few items. It was snowing hard and we needed a couple items for the following morning. The market was basically empty. We put seven items on the cash register belt and our purchased items were all itemized. When we arrived back at the house and opened the bag, laying on top was a toy BMW . . . how could this be possible? There was nothing on the belt but our items. Nothing at all! I lay awake most of the night thinking about the toy BMW. The following morning I returned to the store and asked if they sold toy cars. They said they did, but the cars were in a corner of the store that we hadn't gone to. I told the store clerk that a toy car had been in my bag the previous night and I hadn't paid for it. I was told I could just return it. I said, "No--I will pay for it." With a little humor now in my soul, I thought. When Sara came to visit the next day I told her what happened. I gave her the toy BMW and she also asked to keep the receipt. When Sara walked out the door that evening an angel music box, that hadn't been wound in years, began playing "Joy to the World." I personally believe that God was giving many people in our family a message of love. God is so awesome. One day when my son was fifteen he ran away from home. We all searched everywhere and were not able to find him; this was on a Saturday morning. We made it through the weekend searching to no avail. On Wednesday of the next week we were going crazy. Lord, what else can we do? I was at work crying and not able to contain myself any longer. A coworker came into the office and found out what was troubling me. He got on the phone and called the police department in the town where I thought he might be and let them know to be on the lookout for him. Then he called the Texas Runaway Hotline. They told him to let everyone involved in the situation know that God's hand is never too short to reach the runaway child, and God knew where he was. They also said that, while on the phone getting information on runaways, God had intervened before. Well, I left work to get a picture of my son to put on a poster. By the time I got home, less than five minutes later, the police department called from that town to say they had my son. Someone there had called and told them that he had been hanging around their neighborhood for a few days, so they picked him up and called us to come and get him. Praise God--no matter what the situation God is in control, and we must learn to trust him and follow his plan for our lives. I know that he can do all things. God is bigger than any problem or situation. I'm a mother of three wonderful children, and I would like to share my miracle for anyone who is considering abortion. When I was nineteen, I got pregnant. I told my boyfriend and he was very upset; he wanted an abortion. I grew up as a Catholic and Catholics are against abortions, but, when it happens to you, you think totally different about it. I was very confused, and my boyfriend told me we'd have other children later, but I didn't believe that. I tried searching for an answer, "What should I do? Should I do the abortion or shouldn't I?" And believe me, at that time I was living in a room with no job, no family--on my own--and a lot of friends were telling me to have the abortion because I was too young. I went numerous times to the abortion center and every time I went I couldn't do it. Then I began living with my grandmother because I had no money and nowhere to live, and, at the end of my first trimester, the doctor told me if I waited too long they might have to do surgery. My boyfriend kept insisting that I do the abortion. He also cried tears-- he tried everything--and so he made another, last, appointment for the abortion. On the day of the abortion I was sitting down on the couch at my grandmother's house, waiting for my boyfriend to pick me up to do it, and on the wall there was a picture of Jesus Christ. I prayed to Jesus and I asked him with all my heart to give me a sign, "Should I keep the baby or not?" At that moment, the picture on that wall fell down. I picked it up, and I knew he wanted me to keep the baby--that was a sign. So I decided to keep the baby, and my boyfriend left me, and I was all on my own. Then, all these good things began to happen. I got a job, a house, a husband, and three wonderful children. God has blessed me, and he will bless everyone who decides to keep their baby. He will be there to help you go through any obstacle or hardship. He will bless you because he loves you. Trust in Jesus, he loves us more than anything is this world. Praise God--I would like to tell you my miracle. When I was eight-years-old, I left my house to go to a friend's house two blocks away. At the time my mother was a divorced mother of seven and had to work three jobs to keep us together, so she was never home. Anyway, just before I got to the corner, a friend of mine across the street was on her porch and she yelled over to me, "Where are you going?" I yelled back that I was going to Holland Street to see another friend. Then, as I reached the corner, a man in a car stopped. It was a warm, sunny day, and he asked me if I knew where Holland Street was. I, being innocent at the time, said, "Yes, I'm going to Holland Street," and I started to point to where Holland Street was. He said, "Well, if you're going there too why not get in and I'll save you the walk and you can show me at the same time?" I didn't think anything of it, as it was only two blocks away and it was broad daylight, so I got in the car and said, "OK." Well, needless to say, he didn't go to Holland Street; he kept driving for a long time and I was frozen scared, and I said, "Where are you taking me?" but he never said a word. I was frozen with fear. He drove for what seemed like an eternity, then we were on this road where there were no houses or anyone or any car in sight, and he drove off the main road to an empty field in the middle of nowhere. I was frightened half to death as I very far from home and there was no one in sight. Just as he stopped the car, I said "What are you going to do to me?" Just as I said that, a car appeared right in front of us, and I opened the door and started running. I ran and ran and never looked back, and I could hear a man's voice from behind me, saying either, "Little Girl, are you all right?" or, "Little girl, you are all right!" (to this day I don't recall which one). I just kept running and running for what seemed like hours, and I finally came to a street called Salina Street, and I knew that street would lead to downtown because that was the main street where I lived. It took me hours, but somehow I found my way home with the help of God. I believe God sent an angel to save me that day, and now as an adult I know exactly where that man took me--the Indian reservation, which was ten miles from my house. Back then there was no law allowed on the reservation, so he could have killed me and left me there and gotten away with it. It was only by the grace and love of God that I was spared that day, as no one even knew I was missing. By the time I got home it was dark, and my mother was still gone to work, so no one would have been looking for me. God made sure I found my way home alone, and I am forever thankful for His love. Thank you for allowing me to share. November 21, 1999: I had left my two daughters at my brother's house and had gone shopping. After shopping, my husband left me at my brother's house so that I could pick up the girls. I went straight to the kitchen to talk to my sister-in law and my brother, and I briefly remember wondering where my little one was, who was one-and-a-half at the time. I assumed she was sleeping. Less than a minute later, my grandmother called me and said I should go outside. I went outside and saw my uncle holding a child in his arms. He gave her to me and it was my daughter. She was wet and lifeless. She had fallen into the pool. I screamed when I saw her bluish lips and her face was an ashy grey. She felt so limp in my arms. My sister-in-law came running out immediately, took her from me, placed her on the grass and started CPR with my brother. I was praying the whole time, pleading with God, begging him to save my baby. Once she had been resuscitated we rushed her to hospital. All sorts of tests were carried out and she was fine. The nurses and the doctors told us that we had been very lucky, although I know it was not luck but God's grace. If my sister-in-law and my brother hadn't administered CPR, she would have suffered brain damage--or worse, she would have died. She was kept in hospital overnight for observation and discharged the next morning. She was fine and as naughty as ever. The miracles: 1. When Munashe (which means with God) fell in the pool, my uncle was on his cell phone talking to his sister. He wears a hearing aid because his hearing in one ear is almost nonexistent. In spite of that and all the distractions, he was somehow able to hear a tiny splash in the water. Thank you, Jesus! 2. My sister-in-law learned first aid when she was at school (more than fifteen years earlier), and she had never, ever used it and always thought it had been a waste of time. Thank you, Jesus! 3. My brother had gone for a first aid course a few months before. Thank you, Jesus! I truly saw how God works. Even before Munashe was born, God had already saved Munashe! My sister-in-law learned first aid specifically for Munashe. My uncle, who wears a hearing aid, heard the faint splash. I know Jesus whispered in his ear and told him to look in the pool. My brother also learned first aid specifically for Munashe. God is amazing. He orchestrated everything in such a way that Munashe would not drown. Every day I thank Him for saving her and I know that my sister-in-law, my brother, and my uncle were angels that day, Munashe's angels. I am so blessed to be sharing this story with you and giving testimony of God's awesome power. Even when I was in labor with Munashe, God had already answered my prayer for throughout the labor I sang a song called "I Testify Today" and these are the words: I testify today about your goodness to me Lord I testify today you've faithful to your word Lord you've been so very good to me You've made my life complete That's why I testify today! Remember all things work together for good for those who love the Lord. God is always there to answer our prayers. He answers our prayers even before we ask! He answered mine, and He will answer yours! The weekend that Hurricane Ike was blowing throw Dallas, I received a phone call from my daughter-in-law saying our only granddaughter had fallen three stories and to pray that she would live. We started calling our family members, church members, friends ... everyone for prayer. My son said he had let the window up in the kids' bedroom so they could feel the wind. They have a set of bunk beds. My granddaughter got in the top bunk and was coming down the side next to the window without the ladder when she put her feet on the window seal, and slipped through the screen. Alexus said as she was falling, she asked Jesus to not let her be hurt. She said as she was falling, it felt like a parachute caught her and she stopped at the second floor, then the parachute let her down very gently on the concrete. There was an air conditioning unit by the window and some sticker bushes she should have fallen into. But she was on the concrete when my son made it down to her. My son said when he got to Alexus, she was sitting up and looking around her as if to say "who caught me?" By this time the ambulance crew arrived and strapped her down, telling her to not move. After all tests were completed, she had no broken bone, no internal bleeding and no scratches on at all!!! To God Be The Glory! |
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