Posted on March 7, 2013 - by Regina
I had my post all done, posted, and scheduled this time. I was DONE. So proud of myself . . . and then it hit me.
I had written the wrong post.
Oh, the original was all about how prayer had made a difference in my life many years ago, but then it hit me that prayer has affected my life more recently. Like, in the past three weeks!
In the wee hours of Tuesday, February 19, I received a text message. My dear friend and brother I never had. His newborn grandson was in distress. He asked for prayer. It didn’t look good.
When I got the message the next morning, I, along with many others, started praying, kept the word going, searched for updates, and prayed some more.
The baby was born with the cord wrapped around his neck, no heartbeat, and had gone 5 minutes without oxygen. At the very least, there would be brain damage and significant problems later on. It would take a miracle for this to turn out well.
The prayers continued across several states, and updates came as they could. The baby was resuscitated, and then rushed to an NICU in the town where he was born where he was immediately put on “cold therapy,” which sounds awful, but is the best treatment for oxygen-deprived infants.
As days wore on, he started to cry, and finally, he was able to eat. The first day they started running tests on him at about a week old, they were cautiously optimistic.
The next day they started more tests and found that everything seemed to be in working order. Hmmm. The doctors could not find anything wrong with him. They still planned to keep him a week or two, just to let him get stronger and observe him.
Prayers didn’t stop. They increased, if anything, as the word continued to go forth about this precious baby boy.
On Friday, March 1, at 10 days old, he was released from the hospital, three days after the doctors said it would be a couple of weeks. My friend said that in seminary, the definition of a miracle was “suspending the laws of nature for Devine intervention.”
Baby, mother, and father – and grandparents, aunts and uncles! – are all doing well.
God is still in the miracle business, friends.
Pray, expecting a miracle.