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Last week, my two-year-old little girl was very sick with pneumonia. She had a very high fever reaching as high as 106 degrees. When the doctor said there was nothing more they could do except get her through, my husband and I began tearfully praying over her. As my husband anointed her with oil, a peace came over her (she had been thrashing from the fever). She fell asleep and, ten to twenty minutes later, we noticed her fever broke. She's a healthy active two-year-old. You would never know last week she was so sick. I praise the Lord for healing her. God answers prayer. God loves us and He is in control. Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither, let it be afraid. (John 14:2) My granddaughter, Bridget Michelle, was born on April 20, 1999, and seemed to be a perfectly healthy baby. Since a few days after her birth, it seemed like she breathed too fast, so I continued to take her back to the doctor's office. One night it seemed she was beginning to be in distress when she would suck her bottle. The next day, I called to make her an appointment at the doctor's office. They set the appointment for 4:00 p.m. The doctor's office called me back and said there was a cancellation and asked if could we bring her in at 3:00 instead of at 4:00. Approximately ten minutes after the doctor began examining her, she began to turn blue--the result of a very low amount of oxygen. Her pediatrician began giving her oxygen and called the ambulance to transport her to the hospital. The first miracle is obvious, had the appointment been at 4:00 my daughter would have been home with her by herself--in the country--and she may not have made it to the doctor on time. After numerous tests the doctors told us she was in full congestive heart failure. She was placed on a ventilator for five days, and we were not allowed to touch her or stimulate her in any way. The final diagnosis was cardiomyopathy, possibly caused by a virus that attacked her heart and damaged the heart muscle. Her only real hope for survival was a heart transplant. God pulled her through this and it was decided she would be evaluated and placed on a list for a transplant. Our family had to pick up and move to Arkansas temporarily in order for the transplant team to accept her. She was placed on the heart transplant list in July, 1999. Within three-and-a-half weeks, after diligently praying, our baby received a heart on August the 8th--a perfect match for her. Her surgery lasted one hour and within two days she was off the ventilator and trying to smile at her mother. We were back home within two weeks. She is doing great. If her cardiologist appointment goes well she will only have to take two medications to avoid rejection. God has truly blessed us and we are so thankful. We never gave up hope. Looking back, we see how God placed everything in the right place and put the right people in the right place. We give him all the credit and we thank him for the gifts he bestowed on the health care professionals that took care of her. This is my miracle story and I am proud to share this with everyone reading. In February of 1980, my four-year-old son was diagnosed with meningococcus (spinal meningitis). This is a serious illness that is fatal a high percentage of the time, and will kill within twenty-four hours of onset. Thankfully, we got our son to a doctor that was familiar with the disease, and he immediately hospitalized my son. For three days my son ran a high fever and was delirious. I was sitting up with him at approximately three o'clock in the morning in the isolation unit at the hospital. The rules of the hospital were that we weren't to enter or leave the room without scrubbing up and wearing protective clothing as the disease is highly contagious. I heard a faint knock and looked up to see a priest at the door. He asked if we'd like to have a prayer. Well, of course, I said, "Yes, please do." I bowed my head and the priest gave a blessing and asked for the Lord's intervention to heal this son. After he said, "Amen," I looked up to thank him but he was already gone! I was concerned that he didn't know the rules so I left the room very quickly and went to the outer door. I looked around and didn't see the priest. A nurse asked if everything was okay, and I replied that I was concerned about the priest that had just been there--that he hadn't protected himself adequately. She looked around (she had a view of all halls and rooms from her location) and said there hadn't been a priest in there as far as she knew, but she called the emergency room (the only way someone could get in at that hour of the morning). The ER said that no priest had come in that night. . . . We never did find him--but I know he was an angel sent by God. Within three hours my son's fever subsided and he was on the road to recovery. Today he is the picture of health and has two beautiful daughters. Thank you Father in Heaven. This was our miracle and you may share it with the world. Thank you. In February of 1999, my grandmother was having difficulty breathing. Knowing my grandmother's poor health condition, my grandfather immediately drove my grandmother to the hospital. After a series of tests, my grandmother's physician informed us that she had been diagnosed with congestive heart failure. I was young at the time, only about twelve, and was very close to my beloved grandmother. I would go to the hospital day after day to visit her and pray with her. After a while she would forget who I was and it crushed me inside. I went and talked to my priest about this. I asked him if he could bring my grandmother the Blessed Sacrament to her every day. Of course Fr. John said yes. Everyday Fr. John brought communion to my grandmother and said a blessing over her. This seemed to give her strength. As you can imagine, having the Body and Blood of Christ in anyone would give them strength. After a while my grandmother's heart grew worse. They doctors told us she had a one out of ten chance of surviving. Of course my family was crushed. What could we do without the woman that was always there for us when we needed her? I am a very religious Roman Catholic and will someday become a priest, so what did I do? I went to my church and prayed before the Blessed Sacrament. The True Presence of Jesus! I asked him to spare my grandmother's life. Miraculously, my grandmother survived! She came home with oxygen, but it was better than losing her. What happened next was even more amazing. I asked her what happened that made her recover. She told me that the Blessed Sacrament and the prayers of the priest and family cured her. She also told me that the day before she checked out of the hospital she took time to notice the beautiful crucifix hanging in her room. As she lay quietly in bed praying, she looked up and Christ's arms were reaching out to her. He was not dead on the cross, but alive. His head was looking at her and his arms were stretched out as if he was blessing her. My grandmother considers this a true miracle, and so do I! On August 18, 1994. I had a beautiful baby girl. She was perfect. Everyone loved her--me and her daddy and her big brother. We came home from the hospital the next day. Two weeks later, I took her to the doctor for her two week checkup and the doctor said he heard a heart murmur and sent her to the children's hospital for a test. During the echocardiogram the room became flooded with doctors and nurses and I was told she had no pulse in her legs. She had to be rushed off to emergency surgery right away. I was later told that her aorta was pinched very small in one spot and that she was having congestive heart failure. After the surgery was over I was told that she was still having problems. The doctors repaired the coarc but the congestive heart failure had left her heart weak. Being a Christian, I knew who to turn to, God. I knew Jesus could and would heal her. I never doubted that. I got the prayer chain started at church and lots of wonderful people were praying for her. During a prayer service my grandfather said that he had a vision of her as an older child running and playing and very healthy. And after about a month in the cardiovascular intensive care unit we went home. Praise God. He had strengthened her heart and made it work the way it was supposed to. Today my daughter is a very healthy and active seven-year-old. She takes dance and gymnastics and plays soccer and softball. God is good! He loves us and wants the best for us and He answers prayers. The Word of God says that "we shall lay hands on the sick and they shall recover." (Mark 16:18), "...And with His stripes we are healed" (Isaiah 53:5), and "I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you." (Matthew 17:20) I wanted to send this so that God would be glorified through her healing and to strengthen the faith of others. October 2, 2008 Praising God for an amazing miracle, and a prayer request My mother suffered from COPD, and had to use a neubulizer four times a day (more often as needed). She is an Assembly of God Adult Sunday school teacher. After prayer, her coughing would cease, and she would resume teaching, but most often the coughing would return just after class. This last winter, on a cold, wet, icy Tuesday night, she was at a women's prayer meeting. It was a shallow turnout, only about half a dozen including my mother, but these women were warriors. Mother's cough broke out, and the five or so women laid hands on her and the glory shown down. One lady gave a message in tongues and my mother interpreted (meant for herself). The best of my knowledge [is that it] was similar to: "Just as I formed you and breathed life into you, I now breathe into you new life, from this moment on." A few weeks later Mother returned her nebulizer machine, stating she didn't feel it was right for Medicaid to be paying for it when she was healed. At seven this morning, my father awoke vomiting, his speech impaired, and he was disoriented. The CAT scan revealed a one inch bleed, which apparently blocked a lot of the scan. Early this afternoon they abandoned an MRI as Dad was thrashing about and very uncooperative, totally unlike my father. My father is also a Christian, age seventy-seven. Please join us and hold him up in prayer. Thank you so much. October 7, 2008 Update: please continue to pray My Dad is still in critical condition. Another CAT scan at four this morning revealed again that the one-and-a-half inch bleed area is not enlarging, and is believed to be shrinking, meaning that in all likelihood the bleeding on his brain has stopped. Doctors were initially suspecting a brain tumor, thinking its view was obscured by the first CAT scan. An MRI two days later revealed no tumor! He's on a ventilator and being kept heavily sedated. He is "combative" without the sedation. Each morning the medication is allowed to wear off somewhat, and his condition evaluated, but thus far the combativeness returns until he is sedated again. His heart, blood pressure, and kidneys all seem to be working well. The ventilator tube was turned off Sunday for three hours and then back on in an attempt to bring him off it slowly; however, yesterday is was only off for an hour before his breathing became labored. We were informed several days back that he has an infection and that he is being given antibiotics. This morning he has no fever, but we were informed yesterday that he has a strep and staph infection in his lungs, as well as an even more serious a blood infection called MRSA. Methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus (MRSA) infection is caused by Staphylococcus aureus bacteria - often called "staph." Decades ago, a strain of staph emerged in hospitals that was resistant to the broad-spectrum antibiotics commonly used to treat it. Dubbed methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus (MRSA), it was one of the first germs to outwit all but the most powerful drugs. MRSA infection can be fatal. S. aureus ("staph") is a common bacteria that normally lives on the skin and sometimes in the nasal passages. MRSA refers to S. aureus strains that do not respond to the antibiotics normally used to cure staph infections. The bacteria can cause infection when it enters the body through a cut, sore, catheter, or breathing tube. Dad has both a catheter and a breathing tube, as well as a feeding tube, IV's, etc. The neurologist said he had a rough night last night and the doctor didn't think Dad was responding well to the antibiotics. We're told the infections are the real concern at this time. Yesterday, even while heavily sedated, Dad made eye contact with Mom. Later he also reached out his hand toward my sister Pam. Dad is seventy-seven, a strong Christian, and ready to go, but we have had many miraculous healings in our family and we are believing ... for one more. We have all prayed, "The infections must go in Jesus name," and we are believing for Dad's healing and his full recovery. Please continue to pray for my father, and at the same time give Thanks and Praise for the prayers already sent up. October 8, 2008 Update: please do not give up praying! Thank you so much for your reply and especially your prayers! My mother and both my sisters are also Christians and we are all praying and giving praise for Dad's recovery. This morning there appears not much change outwardly, but we have asked and we believe that ministering angels have camped about. We know that the Holy Spirit is present, in Dad, on Dad, and around Dad. We have prayed that this MRSA and all infection go in Jesus' wonderful Name. We are praying and believing for Dad's full recovery. Thank you for all your prayers; likewise, we will uphold you and your "prayer warriors." Last night, my mother-in-law was taken to the ER passing a kidney stone. Also, a customer asked us to pray for Caroyln, who is battling reoccurring cancer. Thank you, thank you, thank you. We praise God for prayer warriors! |
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