Over the next several days I am going to unfold a true story. It ranks about a 50,000 on my “weird-o-meter,” but every bit of it was recorded as it happened so that in the years to come I would have my account to stand as a reminder that Jesus is always victorious.
The more I come to know the Lord, the more amazed I am by His great love for us.
Who are the problem people in your life? Who are you praying for; waiting for them to either come to the Lord, or to come back to Him? I’d like to tell you about one of mine – and the faithfulness of our Lord.
This story began in 2005.
My oldest daughter, Beth, moved to a town about 2 1/2 hours away from us. I’m still trying to figure out how she decided to move there, and so is she. At the time she was pregnant, but not married.
After a couple of months, Beth called to say that she’d met a very nice man. He was a jet mechanic for the International Guard. Shortly after, they moved in together. They came to visit over Thanksgiving, and he seemed like a nice enough fellow.
When it was time for Beth’s baby to be born, I went to be with her. I arrived at the hospital where she and Brandon were settled. Shortly after my arrival, he flipped through the channels on the TV, selected “The Silence of the Lambs,” curled up on the couch, and went to sleep.
Not wanting to start off on the wrong foot with him, I began to ask God to either break the TV or encourage one of them to change the program. Within a few minutes, Beth glanced at Brandon and saw He was asleep. She said, “Mom, you can watch something else if you want.”
Thank You, Jesus!
Destiny was born later that evening. The next morning I stopped in to say, “Good-bye,” and returned home.
We only saw them a couple of times that year. Brandon was shy – or so we thought. Consequently, he was rarely around whenever we visited.
I observed many things in their home that caused alarm – much of it occult in nature (books, movies, etc.).
In August of 2006, life became very hard for them. Brandon injured his back; and had surgery on it in September. He was in continual pain. Pills didn’t help, so he began drinking.
They were married later that year.
In 2008, Brandon’s right hip began to crumble. His doctor performed a special procedure in hopes that a hip replacement could be avoided.
That was the year their son, Landon, was born.
What a day that was! After a night of labor, with Beth’s blood pressure dipping dangerously low, it was time for her to deliver.
As soon as Landon’s head was out, his predicament became clear. The umbilical cord was cinched around his neck three times. It was so tight that the skin of his neck protruded over the top and bottom loops.
Although he’d given a feeble cry as his head came out, he was now silent. How the doctor managed to get scissors between the cord and his neck is only by the grace of God. There had been no time to clamp it, so when she cut, blood sprayed everywhere.
The doctor handed his limp, dark blue and lifeless body over to the pediatrician. Brandon took one look and bolted out the door.
My stomach felt like I’d swallowed a bag of lead balls.
Beth looked around the room and asked, “What’s going on, Mom?” Wearing my best poker face, I lied. I assured her that everything was fine.
Meanwhile, in the background, I could hear the team around Landon: “One, two, three, four, five…One, two, three…”
Oh Lord, please don’t take this baby, I breathed.
After what seemed like an eternity, Landon cried…and so did I.
The baby was swaddled and given to Beth to hold for only a few seconds before they whisked him off to NICU. The doctor explained that Landon had lost a large quantity of blood and would need a transfusion and extensive care. We were advised that he would be kept in the NICU for a few days until his condition stabilized.
As soon as I could, I called our prayer team at home and asked them to pray for Landon and his parents.
To our amazement and delight, he was brought to Beth’s room at dinnertime that evening.
With the door of opportunity wide open, my husband and I talked with Brandon that night. One of the things we covered was his eternal destiny. We said, “Brandon, if your son had not been resuscitated, he would be in heaven right now.
“If you’re in a wreck on the way back to the hospital and die, where will you go?”
Brandon and my husband talked late into the night.
Both Beth and the baby were discharged the following day. Excitement was high when we got them settled into their home.
Brandon and Beth began attending a local church. We were thrilled when we were invited to their baptism and the dedication of Destiny and Landon.
Things were looking up…
…but not for long.
This amazing story of the grace and power of the Lord continues tomorrow. Don’t miss it!