Raised from the dead (almost)
Dad was in the hospital, He was on life support after surgery (had a stent put in).
I was sleeping in the waiting room and my brother who was keeping vigil (we were on shifts) wild eyed came in and told me the doctors said "call the family Dad isn't going to make it!" Adding the question, "what should I do?" I said, "call everyone!" Then I raced to his room where I fell on my knees praying out loud with raised hands. When everyone but one nurse and one doctor had left the immediate area (just waiting for the end) I walked over to his bed and began weeping and crying while laying hands on him praying to God not to let my "daddy" die!
I'd promised my father he was going to make it, and couldn't stand the idea my last words to him were untrue (also I believed he was going to make it). As I was praying the words in big letters kept appearing in my mind: DON'T BELIEVE THE MACHINES DON'T BELIEVE THE DOCTOR'S REPORT BELIEVE THE WORD OF GOD! So I began to pray thanking God for restoring my father.
His blood pressure dropped to 15/1 and the doctor was just waiting to record the time of death and suddenly my dad just sat bolt up. He could only get up so far because he had on restraints and tubes, etc., the doctor was so shocked she kept on reading and re-reading all the numbers which shot back to 120/80 and she kept saying, "120 over 80! he's doing good, he's doing real good!" She even manually took his pressure (she couldn't believe her eyes) and just kept repeating, "He's doing good!"
By now my whole family had arrived (a big family) and were in the hallway and outside of the ACU they were all weeping and hugging thinking dad was dead! That is except for my two brothers who were part of that days vigil. It turned into a time of rejoicing when they heard the news I reported, just like the doctor kept saying "...he's doing good, he's doing real good!"
Before this day came about I'd called about five different prayer lines, got the chaplain at the hospital praying and every person I know who believed in prayer to pray for my father's recovery. I'd also fasted and prayed for three days and kept as much of a vigil over my dad just quoting scriptures and making faith confessions over him for about a total of a week before he had the operation and was consequently put on life support and almost pronounced dead.
One scripture I kept repeating was "I've been crucified with Christ nevertheless I live yet not I but Christ lives in me." It was interesting that most of the spiritual leaders I spoke with inferred that God was going to do a miracle in our conversation and in our prayers. I really didn't want a miracle so much as I wanted everything to go smoothly and for my dad to recover. But it made me really dump it all on God! I knew I couldn't raise my dad from the dead or heal him and the doctor's weren't giving him much hope. So Jesus had to do it through me cause I couldn't preform any miracles! And HE DID!
Things are back to "normal" in my life, dad is home doing well. But that experience made me realize God is just waiting for us to turn to Him and believe His Word so miracles can become "normal" in our lives.
Dad was in the hospital, He was on life support after surgery (had a stent put in).
I was sleeping in the waiting room and my brother who was keeping vigil (we were on shifts) wild eyed came in and told me the doctors said "call the family Dad isn't going to make it!" Adding the question, "what should I do?" I said, "call everyone!" Then I raced to his room where I fell on my knees praying out loud with raised hands. When everyone but one nurse and one doctor had left the immediate area (just waiting for the end) I walked over to his bed and began weeping and crying while laying hands on him praying to God not to let my "daddy" die!
I'd promised my father he was going to make it, and couldn't stand the idea my last words to him were untrue (also I believed he was going to make it). As I was praying the words in big letters kept appearing in my mind: DON'T BELIEVE THE MACHINES DON'T BELIEVE THE DOCTOR'S REPORT BELIEVE THE WORD OF GOD! So I began to pray thanking God for restoring my father.
His blood pressure dropped to 15/1 and the doctor was just waiting to record the time of death and suddenly my dad just sat bolt up. He could only get up so far because he had on restraints and tubes, etc., the doctor was so shocked she kept on reading and re-reading all the numbers which shot back to 120/80 and she kept saying, "120 over 80! he's doing good, he's doing real good!" She even manually took his pressure (she couldn't believe her eyes) and just kept repeating, "He's doing good!"
By now my whole family had arrived (a big family) and were in the hallway and outside of the ACU they were all weeping and hugging thinking dad was dead! That is except for my two brothers who were part of that days vigil. It turned into a time of rejoicing when they heard the news I reported, just like the doctor kept saying "...he's doing good, he's doing real good!"
Before this day came about I'd called about five different prayer lines, got the chaplain at the hospital praying and every person I know who believed in prayer to pray for my father's recovery. I'd also fasted and prayed for three days and kept as much of a vigil over my dad just quoting scriptures and making faith confessions over him for about a total of a week before he had the operation and was consequently put on life support and almost pronounced dead.
One scripture I kept repeating was "I've been crucified with Christ nevertheless I live yet not I but Christ lives in me." It was interesting that most of the spiritual leaders I spoke with inferred that God was going to do a miracle in our conversation and in our prayers. I really didn't want a miracle so much as I wanted everything to go smoothly and for my dad to recover. But it made me really dump it all on God! I knew I couldn't raise my dad from the dead or heal him and the doctor's weren't giving him much hope. So Jesus had to do it through me cause I couldn't preform any miracles! And HE DID!
Things are back to "normal" in my life, dad is home doing well. But that experience made me realize God is just waiting for us to turn to Him and believe His Word so miracles can become "normal" in our lives.
