I want to take you back to a time very early on in my new found faith, the summer of 2008.
My son was 5 years old and my daughter was close to 18 months. He was complaining of abdominal pain and he had an upset stomach. Over the next few days he was to become very lethargic, and after seeing the doctor and it was discovered that his blood count was 5, we were sent directly to the hospital. He would spend 2 weeks there. Blood transfusions and many tests later, days stretching to a week, before it was finally discovered that he had Meckel’s Diverticulum, bleeding of the tip of his intestine. It was a very anxious time, when everything was uncertain, and to see his little frame connected to a drip and lying in the hospital bed was heartbreaking. He hated injections and he was stuck many times, each time screaming louder than the last.
He had the operation he needed, it was a success and he would leave hospital a few days later. We even got to travel to the UK for our planned holiday shortly afterwards.
What I remember during that entire ordeal is the peace I felt. I was not afraid. I was told later that there were many people I didn’t even know praying for us, for our son to recover fully, and for him to go on to great things. The peace I felt was beyond understanding, except I knew it came from God. I knew he would be alright. That scared, pale little boy has grown into a 6 foot tall, 180 pound delightful young man, full of compassion and adventure.
I’ve seen God answer so many prayers in his life, as well as in the lives of my daughter, husband and countless others that I have had the privilege to pray for. There is massive power unleashed in prayer, and great rejoicing and excitement in seeing the answers come. And prayer brings you peace. Keep going!
Today is day 14 of my series Prison Break of Thoughts – 31 Days of Inner Release that I am writing for #write31days challenge