A few months ago, my mother, Pat, was found lying on the floor of her bathroom, unconscious. My sister quickly called 911, and an ambulance was there in minutes. I was in the next county over, when I got the frantic call from my sister.
My mom had been sick with pneumonia for a few days before the incident. She had gone to the doctor and was given some prescriptions to deal with it. It turned out that because of another medicine she was on (and neglected to tell the doctor) she had an extremely bad drug interaction. By the time she was found, she had been knocked out for a while, and had aspirated fluid into her lungs. She was near death.
When I got to the hospital, they had her connected to life support. It didn’t look good. In fact, I was told that she was probably going to die. When I heard that, I thought to myself, “My mother is only 48 years old. The Word says that with Long Life He will satisfy us (Psalms 91:16), and I know for sure that my mother is not satisfied! She is not going to die!” Faith rose up in me like it never has before. I told Denice that God was going to raise her up, and she was not going to die. She believed with me.
When they finally let us see her, in the hospital’s critical care unit, it was an awful site. They had hoses coming out of her mouth, wires connected everywhere, and machines beeping all over the place. The whole thing scared Denice pretty bad, and it was hard for me to see too. But we stood our ground! We laid hands on her in the mighty name of Jesus, and prayed for her to be completely healed. From that moment on, and no matter what we were told… we knew that she was going to walk out of that place completely well. Even though there was no immediate change, we knew that she would recover (Mark 16:18).
One of the things about this whole ordeal that I found particularly disturbing, was the little pep talk that we got from the hospital’s Chaplin. When I met this guy, the doctors had already told us that it was bad, really bad, and that even if my mother did survive, she was probably going to have brain damage and would never be the same. The doctors telling me this was fine. It is their job to tell me what medical science says. I don’t expect them to believe with me. But I do expect other believers, and especially a Chaplin to believe with me! When we met the guy, he immediately hugged us, and told us he was sorry. His demeanor made me feel like we were at a funeral. Expecting that he would be excited about what the Lord was going to do, I told him that we are standing on the Word, and that my mother is going to walk out of here. He looked me right in the eyes, and told me that he didn’t think that was going to happen and that we need to be prepared for the worst. Prepared for the worst! He was the worst! I told him that he was wrong, and that as surely as the Lord lives, my mother will completely recover! From the look in his eyes, I could tell that he was shocked. He wasn’t used to having a ‘lay person’ talk to him like that, but I didn’t care. There was no way in hell that I was going to let his misguided, faithless words stand in the way of me seeing my mother well again.
Anyway, the weeks went on. We were at the hospital every night. We prayed and held fast to our confession of faith. We weren’t going to accept anything less than her walking out of that hospital, completely well. We had everybody that we know, and a bunch that we didn’t, agreeing with us in prayer. We prayed in English, and built ourselves up on our most holy faith, praying in tongues constantly. I read the Bible to her every night. Even though there was no apparent change, it seemed like our faith only got stronger. She had been in the hospital a few weeks, without any change in her condition. And then it happened, much to the hospital staff’s amazement, she began to improve. A couple of weeks later, she got up out of that hospital bed, and checked her self out!
Today, she is 100% better. You can’t even tell that anything had happened to her. The moral of this story is that the Word of God is true! If you have the guts to believe Him, no matter what it looks like or what people tell you, Jesus will come through every time. I praised Him and thanked Him for healing my mother before it manifested. His word was enough for me. But now that I can see it with my own eyes, and the unbelievers have been silences… I praise Him all the more! Till next time.
Yours Naturally,
Erick Eggleton
