Here is my testimony of how God helped us when we really needed Him. Some may know part, but not all. I will be adding to it. This is for my healing and for God's Glory. He is truly a GOOD GOD!
You know how some things happen, when you are least expecting them? This was one of those times. 2003, All I can remember is that the Minnesota Twins were in the playoffs. I dropped the boys and Dave off to watch a game being shown at the Riverview Theater. We have a picture that I took of them going in. I still have it in my head. Later that week Scotty got sick, maybe he was, even then. It was bad, coughing, throwing up, tired, and pale. But as the week went on it got worse. By Saturday we took him to urgent care, they basically did nothing. Now, I don’t blame them, they didn’t know what was wrong. But something was definitely wrong. They told us he probably had the flu and to come back if he didn’t get better. Well he didn’t, in fact he got worse. On Tuesday morning he was having trouble thinking. He knew what he wanted to say, he just couldn’t say it, and by that evening he was having chest pain and also had trouble breathing. I should have called 911, but I didn’t. The one thing I did do right was that I spoke the Word over him.
I am the Body of Christ and satan hath no power over me. For I overcome evil with good.(1 Corinthians 12:27; Romans 12:21)
I will fear no evil for thou art with me Lord, your Word and your Spirit they comfort me. (1 John 4:4)
No weapon formed against me shall prosper, for my righteousness is of the Lord. But whatever I do will prosper for I’m like a tree planted by the rivers of water. ( Isaiah 54:17; Psalms 1:3)
I called the nurse line. She said take him to Children’s Hospital. I didn’t have a way because Dave was at choir practice. So I called him, and he came and picked Scotty up, and took him over to the ER. Over the next several hours they tried to find out what was going on. Pneumonia, tumor, were some of the words I heard.
Poor Dave, it must have been a long night. God had been at work preparing us, guiding our steps. Actually Dave being the one to go to the ER that night was God. Choir practice is like going to church. They really prepare for worship. Praying, singing. So he was full. And me? I was ready too. Maybe not to the same degree, bit I had been going to a class, learning to hear from God, Fresh Manna. Led by Daniel Gutierrez.
What is Fresh manna, you say? Going to God’s Word daily to hear what God is speaking to you. I had been working hard on it too. I was getting strong. Hearing what God wanted to tell me. Still that night when Scotty was clearly in trouble, I was unsure. Looking back, it was like taking a baby step, a little shaky. However, I’m so glad I spoke those Words. Even though speaking was a small thing. I do believe it made a difference.
That next morning, I sat down to read. I didn’t know where to start. We had a little holder shaped like a loaf of bread that held Bible verses. I picked one out.
It was –
But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life.(John 4:14)
I wasn’t satisfied that that was what God had for me, so I got out my Bible and turned to John the forth chapter and kept reading, I’m so glad I did. I came to verse 50, which was it! It jumped off the page for me.
” Go in peace, your son will live”
It was almost like an audible voice! What more did I need?
But to say I was ready, is so not true, how can you be ready for the things we heard? HEART FAILURE! Heart failure? My child? How? Unbelievable! NO!
I decided to believe anyway!
When I finally was able to see him, he actually looked better. The sweet nurses had him tucked in bed; He was on oxygen and had an IV. We called church and asked Pastor Jeff, his youth pastor, to come and lay hands on him and anoint him with oil. We were just following the Scripture that says-
Is any sick among you? let him call for the elders of the church; and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord: (James 5:14)
” They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover.” Mark 16:18
Pastor Jeff was so nice to come, and he did pray for Scotty. Nevertheless, he didn’t get better, he got worse.
I know I keep saying “he got worse”, but he did. Every time they came to talk to us, and even when they didn’t talk to us, we knew it was worse. More and more I.V.s. , 18 different medications by the time they transferred him to the U of M. I know Scotty doesn’t remember anything about that time, for which I am very thankful, because there were times all I could do was cry. It makes me tear up, even now, 7 years later. Everyone was so nice to us, and to Scotty. They did everything they knew to do, but there came a day, a week after he had been admitted, when they said, “we have to make a decision”. There were two choices, one, Put him on a big machine that takes the blood out of your body and pumps it back in, kind of like a giant heart or two, send him to the U of M and they would implant a device called an LVAD (Left Ventricular Assist Device)and an RVAD (Right Ventricular Device). A heart replacement while he waited to get better or a transplanted heart was found. Now he was still way too sick to even consider a transplant, but that is what he needed. His cardiologist, the top Dr at Abbot, working with the Children’s Dr, had to make a very hard decision, and they made it at just the right time. They decided to send him to the U of M.
Sending Scotty was not an easy thing, it took about a half hour, for the nurses and EMT’s, just to get him ready. I remember standing outside Children’s Hospital, holding a bunch of balloons and watching the ambulance drive away. We thought, finally he’ll be OK. But I knew in my heart I needed to be with him. Terry, Mom Dave and I drove home. Just a few blocks. We all were tired from the week of stress, but as soon as we got there, Terry and I decided we had to go and make sure he was settled in. It was a good thing we did, because as soon as we arrived a nurse was handing me a piece of paper to sign, they were taking him directly into surgery. “Come on, we have to go” was what I heard them say.
12 hours…….I was so glad I had that Word,
” Go in peace, your son will live”
Dave had one too-
My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise (Psalm 57:7)
We waited…and waited. Once the anesthesiologist came out, he said they weren’t able to give any anesthesia because they didn’t have time, he was dying, (he didn’t say that, but that was what he thought). They opened him up as fast as they could. He didn’t tell us at the time, but another assisting nurse specialist came and told us later that they scooped large blood clots out of his heart.
Oh......... remembering is kind-of hard, but good at the same time. The space of time gives you perspective. I think I’ll stop here for now, I know God saved him, I know God loves him, and I know God has a purpose. Part 2 soon.
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