Luke 22:34 "An Angel appeared to him and strengthened him."
I will never forget the incredible blessing I received seven years ago. I can
never doubt God's existence, or His love for us since this experience.
On entrance to my home I was greeted by my youngest son Adam. His words came at
me like a nightmare, "Mom, the hospital called and said you have to get there
right away. Jim has been in a bad accident while riding his motorcycle. He is in
surgery now and has severe brain injuries."
Being a nurse myself, I knew just how bad this could be. As fear struck, I
thought, I must pull myself together... Pray. As I prayed, it came to me to call
a friend from church and have her alert the Pastor, and the prayer chain. After
completing this task, my son's girlfriend arrived and we set off for the
hospital.
I remember feeling as though I was in a fog, as I arrived through the entrance
to the Emergency Room. Immediately, I ran into my nurse friend Mary. She didn't
normally work the evening shift, but picked this one up due to a staff shortage.
God knew I needed to see a loving familiar face. She hugged me and said the
comforting words, "I believe he will live." I felt her message touch my heart.
Mary escorted me to the surgery waiting room, where I joined my ex-husband and
my other son. They were anxiously awaiting further instruction, and filled me in
on the prior details, as they understood them. Shortly after this, the surgeon
entered to speak with us.
He told us that he couldn't perform the procedure he wanted to. The equipment
was malfunctioning. He was unable to place a shunt in my son's brain to relieve
the pressure. The next words out of his mouth were... "I can't promise you that
your son will live. We will have to wait. We will be moving him to intensive
care soon."
Upon arrival to the ICU, I eyed my son for the first time since this ordeal. My
heart grieved at the site of his convulsing body there on the bed. All I could
do was pray. The nurses requested that I go to the waiting area so they could
tranquilize his seizures. There I was greeted by numerous friends and support
people who flocked to our side. A few hours later our Pastor, along with a
Deacon, his wife, and the friend I had called, arrived and gave some extra
prayer support. We all said a short prayer together, as the Pastor anointed my
son with oil. I then slipped down to the chapel with my friend and the Deacon's
wife. I lost all track of time as I prayed in the chapel. It was just the
beginning of an evening that would increase in intense prayer for my son.
As time flowed on, it must have been 11:00 p.m. Everyone was gone including
family and friends, when my close friend arrived. She now joined me in prayer.
I stood vigilantly at my son's bedside as I prayed over him. I found myself
waving my hands up and down across his body as I prayed. I was caught up in a
Spirit of prayer I had never before experienced, as I felt a voice whispering,
"You can't stop, you must keep going." My petition was not for the healing of my
son, but that of loving words for my Creator.
My friend was getting tired, so she continued her vigil sitting in a chair
across the room. I was driven to stay riveted right where I was, as the voice
continued saying, "You can't stop." Time stood still as I went on and on in
prayer. I had no comprehension of it, and then I felt an incredible heat coming
from my hands, and a peace that I had never experienced before. The voice was
gently whispering to me, "You can go now." I looked up at my friend across the
room and repeated those words, as I said to her, " I can go now." I then walked
across the room to take a seat next to my friend, who seemed dazed in her chair.
As I looked at her in my own bewilderment, she said, "When you told me that you
felt heat from your hands, and incredible peace, I saw an angel, strewn across
you . . . Her hands were right on top of yours, and her hair draped over your
hair. I asked God for a better look and, He said, ‘You are seeing her. You are
seeing her with your heart.'" We stared in amazement at each other as we
proceeded to leave his bedside, to go into the lounge. Entering there we found a
most peaceful place, as we heard worship music coming from the television. It
was Heavenly. We marveled at what God had done and reveled in His peace.
The next few days proved this experience, as the peace continued within me. Each
time the Doctors came at me with their gruesome pieces of news saying, "We don't
know if he'll make it, or what his condition will be if he does." That voice
inside of me said, "Don't listen he'll be just fine."
I started telling everyone that Mother's Day was in three days, and my son would
come out of his coma and know me. These words came true. Not only did he come
out of his coma, as I suggested, but within two weeks he was out of the
hospital. Within six weeks he was released to go back to work, and the Doctors
were startled at his amazing recovery.
I was not baffled or bewildered as the Doctor's and staff had been. My friend
and I got to experience a miracle in the making. We knew exactly how my son was
healed..."An Angel Came."
Annettee Budzban copyright 2002
ahrtwrites2u@aol.com
Annettee Budzban lives in Wildwood, IL. She has a writing ministry, "Writings
From The Heart," and send devotions to friends and others. She is the author of
the devotional book, Life Changing Inspirations, and writes a weekly devotional
column for, The Daily Herald. She has been on e-zines and magazines. Other
2theheart stories include, That's Increbible, The Shower Incident, and Send Me A
Friend.
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