Sunday, October 28, 2012

Fervent Prayer...

This entry was originally written and posted in Life with Lynnie (LwL) on, rather than here on, due to the problems I had posting any entry, here. Now that blogger has this site working properly again, I thought I would copy and repost here, to save you from having to back and forth between sites.

Fervent Prayer…

In yesterday’s Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about needing a miracle.

To be honest, I’ve already received many miracles, from God. Still, I’m trusting Him to heal me, completely. Including my partially-opened and infected incision.

If you’ve read my book, Love Never Fails You… ( you will have read about one major miracle that happened, when the school bus I was driving years ago, was hit by a truck. A miracle that I will always thank God for.

Then, when my grandson, N was born about six (6) weeks premature, he was in the neonatal unit until he was strong enough to go home.

B’s neonatologist was a Christian doctor. With B’s approval, he brought the elders of his church to annoint N with oil and pray over him, and some other babies whose parent’s gave permission.

On his last meeting with B, before releasing N, he showed B the N’s original brainscan. It showed brain damage. She had never before seen this, nor had she been told. Then, he showed her N’s final brainscan, just before authorizing his release from hospital. It showed no brain damage. None.

This angel from God explained that B needed to know that she and N had received a miracle. That N’s brain damage disappearing was not due to any medication or anything that he or the nurses did, for there truly is no earthly remedy for brain damage.

He gave all the credit to God.

This same neonatologist took care of my daughter P’s son, S. S had been born about a month early, due to him having a more than double heartrate. Medical professionals knew that he would not survive a normal birth, so he was taken from the womb, early.

After S’s birth, his heartrate was still more than double what it should have been. No medications seemed to work.

Eventually, S was transported to a hospital more than two (2) hours away, in London, Ontario. But, not before this angel of God did the same thing for S, as he had done previously with my grandson, N.
Once again, he brought the elders of his church to pray over and annoint S with oil.

Arriving at London’s hospital, God provided an adult medication that is not usually given to newborns. It brought his heartrate down to a more normal level.

These miracles came from God. Not from man. Any man.

What man did provide though, was prayer.

God told us in James 5:16, “Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.”

In both my grandson’s medical needs, the Christian neonatologist was obedient and trusting in God. For this, I am and always will, be grateful.

Until next time…

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