My miracle daughter
 

My daughter was born 7 weeks premature and her lungs were not fully developed. Within minutes of her being born her lungs collapsed.
She was rushed the NICU (newborn ICU) and my wife was rushed to the ICU. I was left alone in the room with a nurse. In my ignorance I asked "is everything going to be ok?" The nurse said "Sir, you need to be realistic. Your daughter probably won't make it through the night." They didn't even let me hold her or anything.
This all happened around 5 PM on a Sunday. I had to preach that night.

Alone in the room I asked God, "how am I going to be able to minister tonight?" How am I going to preach faith with all this going on?"

God spoke back to me and said, "You preach tough. You've told people to worship me when they've had cancer. You've challenged people to give offerings when facing bancruptcy. Now I require that you demonstrate the faith you preach to others"

OBVIOUSLY EASIER SAID THAT DONE!!!

I asked God, "At least give me a word that my daughter is going to live. Let me know my wife is going to be ok"

God said "NO! If I give you that word, your praised will be based on my promise. I want you to worship me just because I'm God, regardless of whether your daughter and wife make it! Worship me just because of who I am!"

I went to Church that night, made it right in time to walk up to the pulpit and did just what God said. I told the Church the testimony mentioned above. I told them I have no sermon to preach, I'm just here to love on Jesus. Needless to say I had a powerful encounter with my God that night.

Long testimony short, God DID heal my daughter and my wife. They said my daughter would be in the NICU 8 weeks and she came out within a week and a half. I went everyday to pray for her. When they released her, the Doctor told me, "I want you to know that I KNOW that this baby is not going home because of something I did, but it is becuause of your prayers!"

She's now 7 months old and has caught up to normal weight and height!

Just wanted to testify of the goodness of JESUS!!!! :bliss
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Thanks for sharing your praise with us!

She is precious!!!

Thank you Lord for being who you are .... thank you for healing my brother's daughter and wife ... and for blessing him beyond measure.

Praise God for his blessings. BTW tell your wife I said hi.

will do :)

she sang and played "Cuando reposo en ti" yesterday in church and was very proud of herself :)

I just had to add the picture larger so everyone can see how cute she is.

THANK YOU! I don't know how to do that :)

Oh how I LOVE that song.

Who sings it?

What an awesome testimony!!

Help me remember - did we pray for your baby girl when she born? (Don't be offended. We've prayed for so many and seen God do so much. Sometimes it's hard to keep it all straight :) )

CP,

Thank you for your faithfulness and the report of its reward! I believe God loves faithfulness because HE is faithful! She is so beautiful and will have this wonderful testimony her entire life! You are all blessed!

I honestly can't remember if I posted any prayer requests on here about it.

Thank you, PhilJones!

I don't know who originally sang it....Darcie might know...

that's wonderful CP! my organist will be able to relate to this. his daughter was just born about a month ago and she was almost 3 mo. early with many diffuculties- they are still going thru but things are starting to look up

CP...What a Beautiful Daughter and Testimony...A Gift From God....

She is a beautiful little girl....

Love the story CP

My youngest daughter was born at 23 weeks, weighing 1lb 11oz!

God performed miracle after miracle for us. She is 4 now and is a wonderful little girl. She just had her checkup and 85% of kids her age are bigger than her, but her motor skills are that of a 6th grader!

She went blind while in the hospital, but 6 months later God healed her. She now has 20/10 vision.


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At 2 yrs old
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Awesome testimony!!!!

I enjoyed a healthy child for 17 years. My daughter is one of the most precious things in my life.

We were devastated with the news the Doctors gave us.

Your daughter has cancer.

Trust me, you never want to hear those words.

Today she is healthy in remission for over13 years.

She has been healed and for that we Thank and praise God everyday.

She is a testimony to the grace and mercy's of God.

She works in full time ministry and is an influence to everyone she comes in contact with.

This is a great testimonial of the grace of God ,and it does build faith in those that hear it.

Freetlast I'm glad to hear your daughter is doing well.

Here's my daughter's testimony that she wrote for ninetyandnine
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October 15, 2001

My shoulder was sore again. I hurt it playing volleyball. Rubbing . . . kneading . . . and then, there under my fingers . . . “Amber, feel this lump. Do you feel it? It’s just above my collarbone. I don’t think there’s one on the other side. Do you have any bumps there? This seems weird… I don’t remember feeling that before.” It was—ironically—a comic moment as I sat next to my friend in church on a beautiful spring night in April of 1993, poking around on our necks to see if either of us had any superfluous lumps or bumps near our collarbones. I was 17 years old, a senior in high school, and my top priority was the United Pentecostal Church prom to be held that weekend in Des Moines, Iowa.

I had no idea that there was a storm on the horizon.

After church I showed my dad what I had found, and with me still thinking I was as invincible as every 17 year old believes themselves to be, he promptly gathered my pastor and the other elders of the church to lay hands on me and pray.

It was getting dark.

My mom called the doctor on Monday and he said, “Bring her in.” She did. He said, “Take her to see this surgeon tomorrow. He’ll arrange an appointment to do a biopsy.” The surgeon wanted to do it on Thursday. The prom was on Friday! I begged him to let me have the weekend. So as planned, I headed off for my last weekend with clear skies. Amidst the balloons and fancy dresses and the young men in their best suits, I told my friends of the events of the week prior, and at the panicked tone in their voices,

... the clouds began moving in.

It was still dark when I arrived at the hospital at 5:30 a.m. on Monday, completely exhausted from the weekend excitement. Though drugged, I was awake for the surgery, and my mother was allowed to stay. I could feel the warmth of her hand as she held my foot throughout the procedure. (That was the piece of me that she could reach.) As she described to me later, the doc pulled a little ball, a tumor, about the size of a cherry and similar in appearance with the little surgical string attached, out of my neck, just above my left collarbone.

The clouds were growing thicker, and darker.

On Tuesday I was home again, still drugged and recuperating nicely. The phone rings and I answer. It’s the surgeon. The extension is picked up and I pretend to hang up my phone, but I don’t. I had to know. “Mrs. ------, I’m sorry. I don’t have good news. We believe that the tumor is malignant. I have arranged an appointment for your daughter, at the University of Iowa Hospitals for next Monday. They will be able to run the necessary tests to determine how advanced the cancer is, and give you the necessary treatment options.” Click. Mom is running down the stairs, and I am running up. We meet in the middle to cry, and our tears are the torrential rain that had begun to fall.

The thunder claps, and the clouds hang overhead.

Two weeks later at Iowa City University Hospital I had surgery and my first round of what was to be 15 months of chemotherapy, for Hodgkin’s Disease, Stage 3 BS. I quickly learned that this meant I had cancer of the lymphatic system, which had reached the 3rd stage of 4. The cancer had spread into the upper and lower regions of my chest and abdomen, but had not, thank goodness, spread to my bone marrow. The ‘B’ meant that I was unlucky enough to not have any symptoms that I was sick. The ‘S’ meant the cancer had spread into my spleen as well.

The next months were at first horrific, but then, through the rain, we saw the vicious storm turn to a soft, steamy rain, with the occasional burst of heat lightning. Through our commitment to Him, God had sent us comfort, and said, “There is a reason.”

In October of 1995, nearly a full year after my last chemotherapy treatment, God told me through the prophecy of a stranger that the cancer that had been in my body, and—even more shocking—was still in my body, was now gone! Through the months of chemotherapy, God chose not to heal me, but at that moment He saved my life. I don’t know why He chose for it to be that way, but I will be forever thankful. Not only did I have the rare opportunity to learn all of the beautiful truths that you can only know from experiencing a personal tragedy firsthand, but I also have His blessing and this testimony that will never die.

Not that living through 15 months of chemotherapy didn’t present any challenges—to the contrary, I experienced strange side effects to the drugs, side effects that ranged from insomnia to an insatiable appetite, to the psychological effects of being bald at age 17 (much less being an Apostolic girl with no hair), to near death due to a nasty bout with pneumonia at the same time that my blood counts bottomed out. But the real test for me came much later, after my hair began to grow back, and all of the drugs and their plethora of side effects were gone. It came in the form of normalcy.

I always thought that if you experience the worst that life has to offer, the jolt of that experience should prompt some sort of supernatural reaction so that you will “never be the same again.” Contrary to this ideal, it may have been before I had even seen my last bag of chemo hung in an I.V. that I began to forget. I’m not even sure at what point I had begun to take things for granted, but suddenly life was shifting back to normal. Shouldn’t this be a good thing, life returning from chaos to some semblance of normalcy? One would think so; however, at some point I realized—I didn’t want to be normal! I longed to remember the intimacy I felt with God during the worst of that storm. I wanted to feel the closeness to my family, and the bond with my friends that I felt during those nights my mother sat up with me, and days that my friends watched over me in her absence.

So I’ve learned that my faith and my relationship with God, as well as with my friends and family, can’t be forever strengthened by one moment of difficulty. Not only must I make a conscious choice each and every day, but I must act on that choice in a conscious effort to be a better person, have stronger relationships, and serve my Savior in the best way possible.

There is no magic pill—not even a terminal illness—that will substitute for daily effort. Having a traumatic life experience certainly plays its part in cementing a heightened appreciation for life and a greater pleasure in the little things. But eventually life returns to normal, and those life lessons seem to fade into the distance, just like the clouds after a rain, and I once again must strive for every breath that I take to give praise to my Creator, my Savior, who has saved me in more ways than one

God was and is my “refuge and strength, a very present help in the time of trouble.” (Psalms 46:1) He has never left me, even when for a moment I may have forgotten the storm clouds.


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Freeatlast ,this is most touching.

Thanks Scott

Btw Freeatlast what ministry is your daughter involved in ? She seems to be a really caring person.

Great testimony of a great God. I feel your feelings here. April of '06 my wife was 7 months pregnant and was a horrible car wreck. Her worst injury was a compund fracture of the right ankle almost amputated but God saved it. At the wreck no signs of the baby moving. On our way to the hospital my phone rang and my ringer is Donnie McClurkin "I call you faithful" it started playing and I new everything would be ok. And look at my avatar....1 yr and 16 mos later. I am blessed by hearing your testimony CP!

She is exucutive secretary to the pastor and board and secretary treasurer.

She is the voice you'll hear if you call her church between 8 and 5

Her mother and I are going this week for a Thanksgiving a week early.

Looking forward to that as she is a fantastic cook.

CHI-TOWN PASTOR......thank God we know a God that is a healer!!!!

Must be allergies kicking, my eyes got all watery reading this thread.

After 5 miscarriages and a decade of trying, we finally got our first blessing. Instead of being a premie he was a full month late. "Whatever, dude." My daughter was "normal" and healthy.

The youngest was kind of problematic. The cord was wrapped around his neck and after a long labor (they were all long) the doctor was getting worried so she cut the cord way up high depriving the baby of a great deal of blood. Without explaining anything to us, the head nurse gave the baby to me and pointed out the door. I carried him down to ICU - it was nice that they let me do that. Only later did I realize that it was "just in case..." They didn't want it said that nobody in the family ever got to hold him.

Once he got plasma and red blood installed he spent a week in ICU. My wife was able to hold him and feed him the first morning. It was weird checking out a couple of days later and not having a baby to take home. Mom was with him constantly and the other two kids were allowed to vist. We've got the cutest pictures of them in mini surgical gowns and the whole get up. Now all three are healthy (physically) and enjoying life.

My daughters are doing ok at 12 and 15 they try me sometimes.

Could you post the picture ?

We got on a roll last night reading more testimonies of God healing power...any more testimonies of God healing our kids??