POWERFUL TESTIMONY FOR A LITTLE BOY!
I was tutoring a little boy named Sam at my house 2 summers ago when he decided to go out and play with my daughter, Abby. Abby came in a few minutes later and said, " Mom, Sam fell out of the tree while we were playing." I walked out there and could see it plain as day, his radius had a bump sticking out of it and his ulna looked like a bow, it was so warped but not broken. The radius was definitely broken. Celeste (the mom) still has a picture if you want to see it. It is an understatement to say I freaked. I called his father and told him it was broken and he said he would come and get him because his girlfriend's daughter worked for a bone doctor. I was left having to console my daughter because she blamed herself for the fall because he was playing with her in the tree when he fell out. My head and body were numb with shock.
The next step was to just wait for Sam's parents to call from the doctor. They called later and said that they set the arm up somehow and the doctor would see him in the morning to set the bone in a cast and that they would more than likely have to break the ulna so to just go ahead and brace for 2 broken bones. It was a very long and rough night. Milton had already called one time and told me my son would be healed of a swollen lymph node, so I am setting the stage for the next miracle I would see with Sam's arm. All I knew to do was call Milton and hope for the best. I called and had to leave a message telling Milton what happened.
I cried and prayed that night and fell asleep. I have been in a season where the Lord is giving me many prophetic dreams, so I asked God to send me a dream about Sam's arm. About 1:00 in the morning the phone rang and it was Milton. We talked for a minute and then he said " About this Sam business, He is going to be healed, YOU HAVE MY WORD ON THIS ( my favorite part in capital letters). When they get into the operating room, he will either already be healed or he will go through the surgery and heal up fine." Then he prayed for Sam. I was beyond elated and felt like I was buried under rubble and Milton's words were the rescuers telling me they were making their way to me.
I went on to sleep and had a dream also just like I asked . In the dream I was in a dark room and sunlight spilled into the room with its radiant beams, Sam came through the beams and said, " See, look I'm healed." The radius had a rosy pink glow on it and the ulna was as straight as it could be. I rejoiced, He answered twice in one night.
I did not realize over the next 2 months how much I was going to have to hang on to the dream and the word as the circumstances would test my faith to the limit.
I called Celeste that morning and told her about my dream and that his ulna would not be broken because it was not broken in the dream. She said " I like that dream". I can't believe my audacity looking back on this! FAITH IS AUDACIOUS. .Then I just had to wait for the surgery to make it through the first hurdle. This felt like forever. I fasted and prayed all day " Lord,they didn’t break your bones don't let them break his bone." I know, it was probably already done because of the dream but I lacked faith,I suppose.
They finally called me from the hospital( I couldn't go because I had to homeschool my kids) Celeste said the doctor just kept saying " I didn't have to break the bone, I don't understand. You just don't know how much pressure I had to put on that bone. I don't understand, it should have broken. It just went right back in place." We made it through the first hurdle!
The next part of the story can only happen to me. Isn't this how we all feel! It was only happening to Sam not me, but I had a moment of self-pity. I pulled up in my driveway and there was another boy that plays with my son waiting outside our house to play with him. I happened to look down and saw the scar on his arm and remembrance shot through me like a bullet. He had broken his arm a few years earlier and did not heal up. They had given him 2 choices, surgery with metal screws in his arm or lose the use of his arm to a great extent. The realization that Sam was not going to heal up shot through me like an AK-47. This was the next challenge to my faith as I heard " he is not going to heal up, he will need metal screws for the rest of his life" went through my head. I remembered the dream and held onto it like a piece of driftwood on a stormy ocean!
Just like I thought, (not what God affirmed) the doctor's report was the same every week! There has been very little change or healing, if at all. If he doesn't heal up we will have to do surgery to put a screw in to hold it in place. All I could do was tell Celeste "there was no scar in the dream just a rosy pink glow. He is going to heal up" Now I knew why I dreamed that part. She just kept saying " I like that dream" I would cycle from belief to unbelief as the images of the other boy would come up, I would think he's not going to heal up and your dream is delusional and you are taking people with you ,too, down the delusional road. I just kept feeling overwhelmingly that God was going to somehow show up at the last minute and part the Red Sea. I still just had a peace that it would come to pass, somehow.
There was 2 weeks to go, two more doctor visits, we are down to the wire, the surgery is on the horizon. The doctor starts getting a little more concrete about the surgery. I go to pick up Sam at school to bring to my house to tutor him. We are at my kitchen table and I just decided we had to pray. Novel concept, huh? I told Sam just like Jesus spoke to the storm and told it peace be still, we had to speak to his arm and tell it to be healed. I said " heal up arm in the name of Jesus." He started yelling " I feel it, I feel it, something is going in out and up and down of my arm!” As he described the sensation I got the picture of Him knitting or sewing the bone back together with many needles going up and down his arm.
Well his dad shows up later and says "Come on son we have to go to the doctor today". I don't know if I would have prayed had I known that, don't ask me why. I didn't want to hang on the edge of my seat and hope and have it dashed. We are afraid to build up hope to be let down sometimes I think, the stirring is painful! All I could do was sit and wait for the doctor's report AGAIN. It's all about me! I had a feeling though the hard part was over. The dream and the word from Milton had been the mist I was waiting for God to condense into reality. We can barely see the mist either, doesn't mean it is not there. Faith is the mist of things hoped for, the evidence of things not yet condensed. IT IS WHAT YOU HOPE FOR. He has given you the rope of hope to pull you to Him, just hang on, it's a fun but scary ride. The Superman ride!
Can you believe they didn't call til the next day? lol That's okay though they didn't have to, I knew the report anyway. Celeste called and said, " You should have seen Sam in the waiting room, he was telling everyone you prayed for him and how it tingled" He was testifying! The doctor did an x-ray and when he walked in the room Sam said " I know this is going to be a good report" and it was! He was healing fine. He didn't even have to go back for that next week’s visit. He got 2 weeks off. 2 weeks later he got the cast off and didn't even have to go to a brace like some do.
I had to pick him up at school the next day and the first thing he said to me was " My arm is still tingling."
When he got the cast off, there was one residual problem, the arm still looked slightly bent to me. Celeste mentioned it also, so I knew it wasn't just my imagination. I remembered the dream with the radius being very straight. I knew this would work out with time. I told her the dream again and she said, “I like that dream."
Well, that happened in August of 2009. He came to my church yesterday. He sat down and talked to me for a minute. I was just about to ask to see his arm, but his mother walked up to talk and he used it as his opportunity to get up, he had to go play.I asked his mother what it looks like now. She said it is perfectly straight. God is good!
Wasn't it appropriate to see the finished miracle on Resurrection day yesterday? It was the resurrection power that flows through that made the bone alive again. Just like God said in Genesis " let there be light" and there was light. His spoken word is alive with power!
Thank you Jesus and Milton for being the vessel through which He can flow. Empowerment and encouragement to everyone out there today. Your faith can make your friend whole, your friend's faith can make you whole. May we be this to one another, or else what is it all for?
- Darlea Henderson, Alabama
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