Healed with a thought

On Saturday April 18th, my second oldest son almost died. I may be exaggerating a tad, but when you stop breathing in the ER, I count that as being close to death. He was running, tripped an hit his head on a fire hydrant. Within an hour he didn't know who anyone was, where he was, or what was going on around him. By the time the ambulance got him to the ER at the children's hospital, he was combative. Not good.

Our pediatrician's office called my cell to tell me they had called the ambulance. I was at a soccer game with the other kids. I called my parents to take them and headed for the hospital. I prayed. I pleaded. I tried to say that I wanted God's Will to be done. But I told Him that He knew what outcome I wanted. Most importantly, I told God that I believed He could heal my son with a thought. I was a scared as I have ever been.

I found my wife in the ER. She was beside herself with fear as well. When they told us that his scans were clear but that he was on a respirator and going to be transferred to PICU, we thought "OK". We would get through this with God's help.

within 48 hours we were checking out. Our son would be fine with rest. No activity for 3 months. He had a severe concussion, but not a mark on him. His headaches would subside in a week or so. Other than that, he seemed fine.

I go the miracle that I prayed for. God had healed my son with a thought! What a wonderful God I have.