Near-Death Experience

Today, someone asked if I remembered when I first knew God was with me. I tried to remember, but there are many times when He has shown up for me.

When I gave birth to my first son, I felt happy beyond belief. I spent three days in the hospital getting to know my son and breastfeeding him. The second at home, I had a raging fever. I was living with my mother, and she became concerned. On the fourth day home, I still had a high fever, and despite my protest, my mother insisted I go back to the hospital.

My brother-in-law brother brought my sister to spend the day with us. My mom asked him to drop us off at the hospital because she was worried about me. The nurse led me to an emergency room. It must have been about 7:30 am. I fell asleep before the doctor came to see me.

When I woke, it was 3:20  in the morning, and my mom was asleep in the chair next to my bed. The nurse came to check on me. She took my temperature and pulse rate. My mom woke, and the nurse told us I was lucky my mother made me come to the hospital when she because another day or two, and I would have died of infection from the afterbirth left in my body.

The following two or three days I spent with the nurses sitting me in tubs of ice to bring my fever down. I was never so glad as when the doctor gave me the okay to go home. My one regret, I could no longer breastfeed my son.

I am eternally grateful that the Lord spared my life. I know you are thinking, your mother made you go to the hospital. That is true, but you must remember, God often speaks to us through others. This time, He used my mother.

That is not the first time He intervened, but it was the first time I came that close to death. Since that incident, I can count on one hand the number of times I have been sick.  A gift from my Father. He has always been close, even when I was not aware.

That’s it until next time. Remember, stay safe, and keep the faith.

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