If you haven't read 2011, Ending in Prayer (Part 1) you may want to go HERE to catch up! .... I know in my heart that God himself breathed life into that child and that He was there in that very moment. When my world was crumbling God knew. He was in control. At this point those wonderful men, called EMTs took over and we placed the care of our son into their very capable hands. It took them 15 to 20 minutes to stabilize him in the ambulance. Then we had an additional 45 minute drive to the hospital. I don’t think time has ever stood quite so still. The first part of this ordeal felt like it was flying by at the speed of light and then it halted and moved like a snail. My DH (dear husband) road in the ambulance with my son. My FIL (Father In-law) drove me, my older son, daughter and MIL (Mother in-law) to the hospital right behind the ambulance. About 30 minutes into the trip my DH texted me and said, “He is responding.” No more precious words were ever texted….until the next text, “He is responding well.” I felt like I could breathe.
During our ride to the hospital I prayed, held my oldest son who was just over wrought and I sent messages to friends begging them to please pray. I know those prayers were heard because my little boy was alive and improving. We were so blessed by so many people praying for us so quickly, all over the country as word spread that he was in trouble. The family of Christ stepped up and raised us up in our time of need.
As we exited the freeway to the hospital and stopped at a stop light, I saw some activity in the back of the ambulance as the EMTs raised my little guy up just enough so he could see us out the back window of the ambulance and I saw the greatest sight…his sweet hand waved to us. God is so good… (To be continued…)