Bad to Worse?
“Again, I tell you truly that if two of you on the earth agree about anything you ask for, it will be done for you by My Father in heaven. For where two or three gather together in My name, there I am with them.”
~ Matthew 18:19&20 NLT
Four years after my stem cell transplant, we struggled with infertility because all of the chemotherapy had thrown my body into premature menopause. The good news is that my closed womb opened our hearts toward adopting a precious baby girl from China right after my 31st birthday. Overjoyed with our newest addition, I now felt complete with my two sweet girls.
But God had another surprise.
Months after arriving home with our one-year-old, we found out I was somehow pregnant. Hallelujah, I whispered to God. I had always wanted more babies, and thanked Him all the more for His goodness. The truth is, we would never have adopted had I not been sick, and it just felt like God was smiling down on us.
However, in my 35th week of pregnancy, we hit another medical setback when I came down with what I thought was the flu. Feverish and achiness washed over my body. I knew I could handle this type of sickness; I’d done it before. But by day two, my legs felt like logs, and I struggled to breathe.
My husband rushed me to the ER where they diagnosed me with bilateral pneumonia. In 24 hours, my condition went from bad to worse once the wheezing started, and my lungs filled with fluid. With great concern, they moved me from the maternity ward to the Intensive Care Unit (ICU), where they tethered an oxygen mask to my face that pushed gale-force winds down my throat to help my breathing.
Only that wasn’t enough.
Each movement sloshed the fluid in my lungs so much that, I’d pass out from lack of oxygen. The doctors decided to put me in a drug-induced coma, especially since my organs started failing. With no other choice, they induced labor and I gave birth naturally only 36 weeks into my pregnancy.
My son was semi-stable. I was not.
After seven days in the ICU, my doctor gave my husband bleak news.
The multiple doses of antibiotics weren’t working, my heart had swelled, and my kidneys were shutting down, causing my body to balloon with fluid. Eerily enough, I had developed blood poisoning (sepsis), which in the medical field raised a major red flag.
My doctor told my husband I’d be hospitalized for at least a month, or worse yet, I may never leave.
Jason eyes watered.
He had fasted and prayed since the beginning of my hospital admission that God would heal me. The next morning at church, Pastor Dan asked for Jason to share an update from the stage. Jason said he believed God would heal me if the congregation prayed—he even believed I would be seated next to him in church the following Sunday.
After the service, my husband visited me in the ICU. Once he arrived in my room, my nurse scurried past him in the hall. She started rattling on about how my kidneys started working and were kicking out fluid like she had never seen before, that the doctors couldn’t have given me enough medication to make my kidneys push out fluid that fast.
It was a miracle.
Seven days later, the following Sunday night, I was discharged.
No. I didn’t make it to Sunday morning service. But I don’t think that’s what matters. What does matter is that a gathering of people prayed together.
And God answered their audacious petition.
This story doesn’t make sense. And that’s the point. God’s method of healing doesn’t follow medical formulas. Maybe that’s because with Him, all things are possible.
Never give up hope on your miracle.
And most importantly, keep gathering in prayer. This must explain why Jesus encouraged us that if two of us on earth agree about anything, that He is there right there with you, (Matt. 18:19, 20).
Today may be the day to reach out to those close friends who you know would happily pray over you, and believe with you. Write their names on the line below:
If you’re unsure of who to ask to pray over you, write a prayer to God asking Him to bring those believers into your life:
“‘This is not good!’ Moses’ father-in-law exclaimed. ‘You’re going to wear
yourself out—and the people, too. This job is too heavy a burden for
you to handle all by yourself.’”
~ Exodus 18:17&18 NLT
“Two people are better off than one, for they can help each other
succeed. If one person falls, the other can reach out and help. But
someone who falls alone is in real trouble.”
~ Ecclesiastes 4:9&10 NLT
“Keep on asking, and you will receive what you ask for. Keep on seeking,
and you will find. Keep on knocking, and the door will be opened to you.”
~ Matthew 7:7&8 NLT
“Even when there was no reason for hope, Abraham kept hoping—believing that he would become the father of many nations.”
~ Romans 4:18 NLT
“Until now you have not asked [the Father] for anything in My name; but now ask and keep on asking and you will receive, so that your joy may be full and complete.”
~ John 16:24 AMP
If you missed any of the first six posts, click the underlined Day to catch up (remember, I’m missing Day 5 because I submitted this to Proverbs 31 Ministries as a potential devo): Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 6, Day 7 and Day 8.
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