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I know that God still moves among us we just don't see Him. Here is a true story about how He did move.

Submitted:Sep 24, 2009    Reads: 183    Comments: 15    Likes: 16   

Some people say there are no miracles, no angels, no God in the world today. I say they are wrong. I have worked in health care since 1974 and I have seen those miracles, those angels, and God. This is a testimony of sorts but not one of those love God or else testimonies. There is an old expression about giving the devil his due, but you know we go through our everyday lives, dreaming our everyday dreams and never stop to think or thank God for everything He has done and continues to do for us. The story I relate to you is true. It did not happen two states over, but rather here in the small rural community where I have lived since the age of twelve.
I was in seventh grade at the small middle school located in Heath, which if you are wondering is in Western Kentucky. One of the juniors at Heath High School was in a very serious car wreck. She worked part time after school and as she was leaving work she lost control of her car. When she arrived at the hospital and the doctors had done the preliminary tests her parents were told she had suffered a major trauma to her head. Blood from the trauma had leaked into the brain matter and destroyed the tissue. The prognosis was even worse than the diagnosis because they were then told their daughter was brain dead.
All of us at school knew what had happened because her father was a teacher and the football coach. He and his wife were very religious people and they could not accept the fact that their daughter was beyond saving. More and more tests were performed by the doctors. They did X-rays, EEGs, and any test you could imagine, but their initial assessment went unchanged.
The doctors encouraged the parents to suspend life support and let nature take its course, but they would not let go of their daughter. Instead they prayed and the whole community prayed with them. They stayed by her bedside and brought a cassette player in so she could listen to her Gospel music which she loved to hear.
For six long agonizing months she lay in a comma for all intents she was dead and waiting to be buried. Her parents and the people who truly believed in God's intervention believed she was sleeping.
Almost six months to the day that she left the world of the living, she came back.
Her re-emergence was similar to a child being born. She could not speak, walk, or remember anything.
She was placed in extensive rehabilitation and not too long thereafter she was able to finish high school and go on to complete college.
I saw her after she graduated from college. To look at her one would never know such a horrible, frightening thing had ever occurred. I did notice a slight muscle weakness in her left arm and leg which I commented on.
Her words to me still resound in my ears.
"It is a blessing every day to realize that God delivered me back to my parents. I guess He wants to make sure I never forget that."
It has been many years now. She moved away and I lost contact with her yet the words she shared with me that day were priceless.


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