Come and listen, all you who fear God,
and I will tell you what he did for me.
Psalm 66:16
God saved my soul.
God saved my marriage.
God saved my life.
Literally...
When I was a child I accepted Jesus and became a Christian. I was an immature Christian because I was immature, a child. But He has been patient with me and allowed me to grow. I believe that Jesus is God's perfect Son. That He died on the cross for my sins and was laid in a cold dark tomb. He was dead.
He wasn't breathing. At all. For three days. No life was in His body. And then God breathed life back into Him. Praise be to God, He breathed life back into the lifeless body and Jesus's cold, dead body was alive! He rescued me and my soul.
God has never given up on me. When I couldn't set foot in a church, or even in a church parking lot, He met me at home or in the woods or huddled on the bathroom floor. When I have been mean and spiteful, He has been kind and patient. When I have been unforgiving and angry He has been compassionate and unchanging. When I have been hungry for more of Him He has graciously and generously, in His goodness, poured into me until I am overflowing.
When life appeared "perfect" from the outside my marriage was bleeding out. It was painful and hurtful for both of us. It was raw and wounding. It was lonely and awful. It felt hopeless but we never gave up hope. We clung to God as we yelled, as we cried and finally, as we both forgave. And only by the grace and goodness of God our marriage was healed ... we have the scars to prove it.
In His mercy, Emma was fine. She was a perfectly healthy baby, I was not a healthy momma. I was going downhill fast. I was sleeping, then I wasn't breathing, a nurse came in, then the doctors. I was given oxygen and could breath and just wanted to close my eyes so badly, just wanted to sleep, to rest. Then I was in ICU, then the ambulance, transported to a different hospital. I just wanted to be with my baby. The doctors met with each other, they met with my family. Jon came to my bedside and held my hand and told me I needed open-heart surgery. However, my body was doing downhill so fast they couldn't do the surgery. We were praying. Everyone we knew and then some, were praying.
All the doctors and nurses left my room. Jon left momentarily and I prayed a prayer I wasn't sure I was allowed to pray. Jesus had prayed it for such a bigger reason. But it was in my heart, so I prayed it.
"Please take this cup from me".
And then I slept.
And I woke up as I was pumped full of medicine and the doctors answers to my familys' questions were "pray harder". My mom kept vigil at my bedside as Jon went back and forth between hospitals to be with me and to go be with Emma.
God heard me.
He took the cup. Just like when He took it when He saved my soul, He took the cup of death from me and saved me. Saved my life.
My doctor came into my room and smiled.
He said "I can't explain it."
We could.
My chart says unknown heart failure, unknown reversal and at the bottom shows that the tests reveal a now perfectly healthy heart.
Jesus saved my spiritual heart.
He saved my physical heart.
So please, come and listen, let me tell you what He has done for me. Praise God! What He has done for me!
