- Nov 5, 2003
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- Within My Means
All Glory to Him, Allen! I too have withnessed healings, the latest of which was the miraculous recovery of a Chaplain friend seriously hurt in an Airborne op gone bad. He had major braks in an ankle and an arm, which were completely healed in less than two weeks with almost constant prayer from family and friends around the world. It still has the Army Docs baffled!Richa333 said:This is the action of God that got my attention; my wake-up call (He's sent me several, but this is the one that got through): my sister died. :OHNO:
I was in my early 30's, she in her late 30's, I'm living in Olympia (south of Seattle), she's still in the black side of Brooklyn (NY City), my mom was still in Boston.
From dance injuries (don't ask!) my sis has a bad back, she'd been popping half-a-dozen-&-often-more Tylenol daily since the age of 18 or so. A quick bit of math: 20 years of overdosing on Tylenol = Big Trouble.
In my sister's case, massive sudden kidney failure. She was cooking dinner for my nephew (just a toddler at the time) & fell over. Toddler nephew rushed to grandma's (the husband's mom, not my mom) who lived 1 floor up in the apartment buildings. 911 called, ambulance comes, sister to hospital, they find her heart stopped etc.; heroic revival & rescucitation, sister in deep coma, my mom rushes down from Boston.
NOW, here's the tesimony:
--My mom, like any good black matron, spends the week in prayer beside her daughter (my sister) who remains in a deep coma. The doctors inform my mom that my sisters' kidneys have both died, so we're looking at a life of dialysis, with possible kidney transplant option not looking good (sister overweight & etc.).
After a week of prayer, my sister wakes up. (It's not like the movies where the person blinks their eyes & starts talking. It's more like, 'random mumblings & eye movements slowly progress to coherent interactive speech" kinda thing). She (sis) prays with mom.
A week later, my sis is off dialysis & has never had to dialyze. Her "dead" kidneys - confirmed dead by multiple blood & tissue tests run over the course of a week in a major NY City hospital - remain fully functional today. My mom called & told me the story; my sis confirmed it.
THAT was the very first start of my ongoing talks with God. I was like, "God, I don't know if I believe in you or not; but thanks for giving me my sister back fully healthy." It's been a wonderful, magical, surprising relationship with God ever since...
From that time to my baptism into Christ, took another 8 years. My uncles would say about me: "Boy, you got a hard head & a soft behind" (from all the swattin's). :cheeky: