Tomorrow is my birthday and it always brings back a miracle which happened on it, two years ago.
My Mom had Alzheimer’s and had to be placed in a nursing home because of it. It became where we were afraid she would burn her and Daddy up in the house. She was sitting pans on the stove and forgetting them.
Anyways, on the 11th of December, they called us and she had so much fluid on her body it was unbelievable. Her head looked like a basketball.
She had bronchitis and over night it was unbelievable what happened. The fluid on her body begin to collect. Truly, I cannot describe it.
We rushed her to the ER, and they told me, “Call the family in, she is not going to make it.”
I called my brother and my sister, and told them, “You need to come in, they are saying she will not survive the night.”
They came in and took care of Daddy, as Daddy loved Mama, more than life itself. He thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Many times I have heard him in my life say, “Isn’t she pretty?”
She was, as she looked just like Elizabeth Taylor. I mean, exactly.
Anyways, they took Daddy, and I stayed through the night with Mom. This is on the 11th, and the 12th was my birthday.
I did not want Mama to die, but it was inconceivable to me, that she would die on my birthday!
The day she gave me life! I knew for the rest of my life, every single birthday I had from that day on, I would remember Mama’s death. Really, I did not know if I could do that or not?
So as I watched her in her comatose state, and that head as big as a basketball I begin to pray, “Lord, I do not want Mama to die any day, but please do not take her on my birthday?” Tears and this prayer, all night long.
At 8:00 a.m. the next morning, I was rolled over in my “cot like bed,” and I heard, “Sis, what am I doing in here?” Most beautiful words I had ever heard!
I jumped up and her head was back to normal, and she had not one bit of swelling in her.
The doctor came in and said, “This is a miracle./I do not know who was praying, but she should have been dead by all medical terms./Her entire body was full of fluid.”
I went in the bathroom, looked up at God, and said, “Thank you,” in the most softest of whispers.
Though it pleased Him to take her three months later, when I wake up tomorrow, on my birthday, instead of her “death,” I will remember her “miracle.”
God Bless, SR