I still get inspired when I read the miraculous stories of Jesus healing a multitude of people.  Probably as fast as the internet service is today, the good news of Jesus traveled just as fast, causing many to come far for their deliverance. 

Over and over the Word reminds us that God heals. Yet sometimes when you’re in the valley, it’s so hard to believe God is going to help you.  From January 11th to January 27th 2006, I doubted God when my then five-year old son, Timothy James, suffered a severe asthma attack.  But God, my Shepherd, led us through this dark period and gave me a heart story in the process.
 
My testimony began on January 11th when Timothy had trouble breathing.  That winter he caught many colds, even pneumonia.  But this sickness was different.  He was not only was congested, but his abdomen kept retracting.  So after seeing him suffer long enough, I rushed him to the ER. There the doctor and four nurses frantically worked on my son.  They checked his vitals and gave him a nebulizer treatment to open his airways.  As I helplessly watched, my heart raced. 

“How long has he been this way?”  The doctor questioned.

“Well, he’s been having trouble for two days.”  I numbly responded.

“Is your son asthmatic?” 

Asthmatic?  Was the doctor serious?  I pride myself on the fact that I know a lot about my four kids.  I know what foods they like, their best friends, even their favorite colors, but I never knew my son was asthmatic.

Hesitantly I answered, “I don’t think so.”

Within thirty minutes, I saw my son rushed to the ICU where he remained for two days.  After taking x-rays, the doctor informed me that Timothy was battling bilateral pneumonia, which probably triggered the severe asthma attack.  So along with Timothy’s nebulizer treatment, he was also given antibiotics.  However, by January 13th Timothy’s health had deteriorated, and my faith was fading. Yes, God’s word reminds us that faith can move mountains, but this mountain seemed enormous.  I felt hopeless.

Then my husband Larry and I worried even more when Timothy was suddenly intubated.  The doctor said Timothy was going into respiratory failure and had to be put on a breathing machine.  We paced the floor praying.  It was through my time alone with God that I was led to have Timothy transported to another hospital that was used to severe asthma cases like his. 

By the end of the night my husband and I were again pacing and praying, but in a different hospital.  The nurse was honest; Timothy’s vitals didn’t look good. She explained that the next few days were going to be shaky.

So I went into prayer.  My husband and I read scriptures and played praise & worship music.  We were declaring war.  Friends and family prayed, and gradually Timothy began to improve.  While the doctors and nurses remained baffled about Timothy’s turnaround, Larry and I rejoiced.  God is a healer!

By January 20th, Timothy was extubated, and two days later he was moved from the Pediatric ICU to the regular Pediatric floor.  I could only praise the Lord again.  For fourteen days we had many scares, from the doctors thinking Timothy could have hepatitis to Timothy possibly needing a blood transfusion. But God fought every battle. Even though Timothy had to go to rehab after he left the hospital to learn how to walk again, he’s made a full recovery.  Indeed, God is still performing miracles today.  Timothy is a blessed example.

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