Greetings once again, dear readers!
Today I’d like to share with you all the story of when I was born. It’s a miracle that I’m alive today to write in this blog as I am.
The story takes place in a little house where my mother was pregnant with me. She and my father used to go to the doctor regularly for check-ups. But one day, when the doctor did the ultra-sound scanning, he found out a startling fact. I hadn’t grown a backbone yet! This meant that if I were born, I would have to be wheel-chaired.
And what’s more, he found that my brain was not developing like it was supposed to for babies my age. Upon more evaluation, it was also determined that I had this disease where after I was born, I would not grow tall, but rather remain as short as a two-year-old and age early and die!
They advised that it would be best to get rid of this child, because giving birth to it would only bring more heartbreak and tears to everyone.
Needless to say, my mother and father were heart-broken to hear this. They had had such high hopes for their first baby, and for it to turn out like it did, well it was just devastating, as you can imagine, for any parent.
The moment they came home, my father knelt down on the cold carpet of the little rental house they were occupying. A snowy winter was slowly starting to chill the town. My father is an evangelist, and he’s prayed for and healed hundreds of people before in his life. He was somehow determined not to give up hope in me.
He knelt down on the carpet and asked my mom to do so too. He placed his hand on my mother’s belly, and prayed with all his might to God to heal me. He prayed that I may be born just as healthy a baby as anyone else, and then he rebuked the devil that had taken hold of my life.
After that, the two of them, with ultimate faith in Christ, went for the next checkup with the doctor. The doctor did the scanning again, and the results were, to everyone’s surprise, miraculous! Through scanning, he found that out of nowhere, a healthy and growing backbone had appeared in me! And a developing brain had also appeared in my head out of nowhere!
It was such a miracle, that the doctor himself couldn’t believe it! My parents were filled to the depths of their hearts with joy and a newly profound faith in the power of God.
And thus, on a cold and snowy 28th of December of the year 1995, I was born a healthy and crying baby to my mother!
Let me say with utmost pleasure that to the contrary of the doctor’s predictions, I have now grown to be a very healthy person; I have been able to get straight A’s in all my classes with the newly furnished brain that my God blessed me with, and I now stand to be 5 foot 7 inches tall!
This is why I can never think of anything else that could hold a better place or priority in my life that God. My dear Lord Christ has been with me every step of the way from the day I was born, and I owe my whole existence to Him. Even if this whole event hadn’t taken
place during my birth, even if I had been from the start a healthy baby to begin with, I am pretty sure I would still have been as faithful and thankful to God. I love my dear Lord so much and I feel it is my duty to share my experiences to the world in order to let the world know the truth.
I want to open the eyes of as many people as possible. It doesn’t matter if it’s just a few, but that few people realizing the truth and turning to God would give me the happiness to last me a lifetime!
What I want to say is, if God can do such great miracles for me in my life, then He can surely do it for you too, if you choose to believe. It’s my parents’ strong faith that paved the way to God saving my life.