In September of 2002 my 14 yo son came down with a cold-type virus and
a bad case of poison ivy. He was extremely allergic to poison ivy and
usually ended up on steroids. He just didn't get any better and by
December was losing weight daily - you could see a difference day to
day. Our family doctor ran every test he could think of with no
diagnosis. At our insistence, he referred son to the Infectious
Diseases at UofM Hospital. At the appointment, the room filled with
doctors and we were told our son was deathly ill, with some sort of
kidney problem. He was admitted on his 15th birthday, had a biopsy the
next day showing both kidneys were not functioning. Every day, death
was spoken over him. "Dialysis" "Transplants" "Will die young". It
scared us so, and made me mad. When you are in a crisis like that, you
feel like you are drowning; you just need one deep breath of
life-giving air. The Holy Spirit began to whisper, "He will not die but
live. Speak it!" So I did. I went so far as to tell the medical
personnel not to speak of transplants, dialysis or any other negative
report in front of my son. If they needed to say something negative,
take me into the hallway. Of course, the resident came in 10 minutes
later and began the transplant talk. My son began to cry. I turned to
him and said "Whose report are you going to believe?" He stared at me.
I had to say it three times before the light came into his eyes. He
said "I am going to believe the report of the Lord!" "What does that
report say?" "It says I am healed, I am whole, I am saved!" And that
was the turning point. He walked out of the hospital two days later,
healed. Every time we would go for a checkup, the head doctor, who
always had a group of medical students with him, would introduce my son
to them as "our miracle boy". And we would get to tell these young,
impressionable students of God's great mercy and the Blood of Jesus.
What an awesome God we serve!
NOTE: I posted this under the wrong group initially. Sorry!