When I was little and it was Saturday (aka cleaning day) my mom would turn up a tape of Don Francisco and we would sing at the top of our lungs Gotta Tell Somebody...fast forward twenty plus years and I was watching my child with this same struggle. On August 12, 2010 I was laying down from a very long, tiring day. Richard and I had bickered as to who got to sleep first. We had been up for sixteen hours. Lori Ann needed to be taken off her continual dialysis unit so the filter could be changed. The dialysis nurse ordered the blood so the unit could be primed. Lori Ann needed a new blood typing before she could be turned back on to the machine. The blood typing would take another two hours. Our nurse, Jessie, was bugging me and I needed a break before I went off on her for doing her job. Richard saw I was close to my breaking point and told me to sleep. I was overcome with a foreboding, I turned the tables and bickered with Richard that he should sleep. He promised to lay down in the room with Lori Ann as soon as the CRV (continual dialysis) was turned on. They promised to call me if anything should go wrong. I crawled into the bed reserved for us in the hospital and I raged with God. I prayed the Lords prayer over and over. I was so angry. I was exhausted. I wanted my child healthy. I wanted Richard to be able to sleep. I wanted my other three babies. I wanted the miracle that I had read about in the books precious saints had brought me. I wanted to wake up and Lori Ann be healthy and well and us be able to leave. I closed my eyes and the phone rang. Jessie told me to come quickly. I can NEVER describe to you the pain I felt, the anxiety and panic that seized my heart as I looked upon the room where my child was, where my husband was standing outside with tears in his eyes, and I saw CPR being performed on the lifeless body of my child. I saw a room full to capacity of doctors and nurses working to save my childs life. I remember clinging to a chair and praying. I remember Richard staring into the room and saying Please Jesus Please as he held my shoulder. I remember a Christian attending, who had been pushed out of the ICU room Lori Ann was in, holding my other shoulder and praying. It was only a minute at most where Lori Ann had coded. But it is that minute that lives with me. In that minute I knew God was in control. In that minute I had peace and certainty. The scariest and most insane minute of my life (to date) and the peace that passes all understanding held me together. We waited until six oclock to call my grandma to come relieve us so we could sleep. She drove from Springfield to Kansas City to sit with Lori Ann while Richard and I slept. I remember Richard calling Bro. Eddie (our Pastor) in tears as he asked for continual prayer. They determined that Lori Ann had a severe reaction to the filters used in the continual dialysis unit she was on. They would use Lori Anns blood to prime the unit and Lori Ann didnt have a reaction again. Here is what I know: I have to tell somebody that Jesus Christ healed my child. No, I didnt search for Him in a city. But I did pray His name. I have to tell somebody. No, Lori Ann didnt die, but her heart stopped and Christ allowed it to beat again. I have to tell somebody, that more than anything God granted me peace during this time and that peace saw me through. It was months later that our sweet Pastors wife Tess Bumpers reminded me that God has a plan for Lori Ann. He wasnt finished with her and so she is here with us today. I have to tell somebody. Jesus Christ is the same for me as He is for YOU! I am unashamed to say that the same Jesus who held me together the minute my world was falling apart, the same Christ who breathed life into my womb as He created Lori Ann, the same Christ who allowed her heart to beat again, has also granted me joy, peace, love. He has held me together during every hick up and misstep. He has forgiven me and redeemed me. This peace, joy, love, redemption, and LIFE isnt just for me. It is for you as well. I have to tell somebody. Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow. He is here for you. Prayers that all who read this will come to know the Christ I speak of. I got to tell somebody. Thank you Lord for my salvation. Thank you Jesus for saving my child.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 03:15:01 +0000