Well Folks, that is how I feel today. It has been close to a year since I have written due to health issues and now I am back….still battling but still going forward. I am going to make this a post that tells of a miracle that happened to me. I had a bad fall, the two bones of my forearm snapped off my wrist, I was having trouble breathing and zooming high blood pressure and blood clots flew everywhere and many ended up in my lungs at the top and the artery to my heart. I was taken to the ER and then on to the hospital where I was told I was dying. But, I am still here. I am a person of faith and this just solidified my faith. I have used the phrase “yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil for thou art with me” all through my life but this event brought that to reality. I have written this story many times to share with others so this is a copy.
I have an amazing miracle story that Jesus performed on me. I went to the hospital ER with massive blood clots in the entrance to my lungs and across the artery that goes into the heart. The doctors said I was going to die. They had never seen such massive clots and definitely never seen anyone live from them.
I asked Jesus to guide me on what to do. One group of doctors said all they could do was give me blood thinners but it would take weeks to do anything and I would be dead by then. And a lone doctor came in and said he did not know why I was alive. He said I should have been dead two weeks before this. He had a procedure he had been working on for five months that he could try but he did not think it would save me but said it was worth a try.
Suddenly as I prayed again to Jesus asking him to guide me, I felt this overwhelming peace and love pour over me and my son standing beside me did too. I see Jesus in this man’s eyes and then it was like Jesus was standing in front of me. And he motioned me to follow this lone doctor, so I said ok. I could not stop looking at Jesus. After all the docs left my son says in this emotional voice “Mama you are going to be alright. You are going to live.” I am sure those left in the room thought we were crazy but I assure you we were not because I did live. I asked my son did he see Jesus like I did and he said no, but he felt Jesus and felt this huge peace that told him I would be ok.
I had people coming to my room constantly in the 12 days I was in the hospital, the first four I think were in ICU. Even people that worked there came and asked me to tell my story. Some cried, some asked me to tell more and a couple you could tell did not believe it even though there was no medical reason for me to still be here. Two asked me how I knew it was Jesus and I told them to just know that if they ever feel or see Jesus, the real Jesus they will know beyond a shadow of a doubt that it is Him.
Believe me when I say that we just think we know how much God/Jesus loves us but it is not near how much He actually does love us. The next day the doctor did his experimental procedure as they ran tubes from my groin up into my lungs and the artery to my heart and dripped clot busters on this massive clot that went from the left side of one lung , across my heart, to the right side of my other lung. It dripped for hours as I lay there. I believe my son said 17 hours. And I started getting better. Three days later I asked my son to bring my power chair and the doctors came in and I was sitting up in my chair and they were just stunned. I smiled and told them good morning.
The next day and for days after I had doctors coming into my room in groups just to see me because they said I did what they did not think was possible. I lived. I told them it was all God and you could see the amazement on some of their faces. They wanted to listen to my lungs and were shocked that they wounded normal. When I came in I was on a 5 of oxygen because I could not breathe. Three days later, I was back down to my normal 2. As I looked back, I could see God’s hand in this whole event from the ER to being transported by ambulance to the bigger hospital to this lone doctor coming to see me.
The doctor that worked on me said “God has plans for this woman”. And when I prayed and asked God what He wanted me to do, the answer always came back…go tell your story because no one believes in the miracles Jesus did anymore. Many say that there are no more miracles like Jesus healing the blind man, or making the lame man walk, or God parting the sea for the followers to cross to get away from those wanting to kill them. This was a parting the sea moment in my life and I thank God daily for saving me from physical death and want to continue to work for him.