The devil tried to kill me

I have decided to share in this blog how the devil has tried to kill me from the time of my birth.  My mother was in hard labor with me for 72 hours; yes 72 hours now this was back in 1973 and technology has come a long way since then and she was an unwed youn mother to be and that was frowned upon, my head was stuck in the birth canal and her bones would not separate for her to be able to push me out.  Well every time she would have a contraction the nurses would tell her to bear down. Well the her doctor finally comes in and examines her and during the exam she has a contraction and the doctor yells at her to stop bearing down because the pressure could break the baby's neck.  So now my mom was so panicked because she had been bearing down all that time. Doctor reached in and tried to manually turn me because I was turned wrong and it didn't work but, it ended up hurting my mom's back. The ended up doing a C-section and when I was born my head was swollen the size of my shoulders and the doctors told my mom that she would be lucky if I didn't have brain damage. The next thing that I am going to share I am not sharing to air my deceased mother's dirty laundry because this was part of her testimony and she didn't have a problem with me sharing.   My mother had been attending a church trying to get her life back with God,  she was in her 20's and she had backslid due to some things that had happened in her life and she was vulnerable.  The married pastor at the church started showing her attention in the name of ministry of course and he convinced her that by them being together she was helping his ministry and that he was going to leave his wife and be with her because it was the rifht thing to do. Well nine months later I came along and he denied me and he and his family prayed that I would die in the womb or at birth and they almost got their wish but, God had other plans for my life. By the next day of my birth the swelling of my head had went down and the doctors gave me a clean bill of health. The nurses tried to convince my mom that the right thing to do would be to put me up for adoption but,  she was adamant about raising me herself.  You would think that this experience would turn my mom away from church but, no she went back to her home church the one she first got saved in and rededicated her life back to God and she had me dedicated.   Now I wish I could say that all has been roses from then on but, that would be a lie. If you want to read more about me and my life just stay turned I promise there will be more to come.  Until next time my God truly bless you and keep you wrapped in His loving arms.

When Life Throws You A Curve Ball

Every morning I pray about what I should write and today I am feeling led to write about a curve ball that got thrown into my life when I was 19 years old. It was May 14th,  1993 and I had just given birth to my 2nd child only this time I was rushed in for an emergency c-section because the baby was going into distress.  They did what is called a spinal block before cutting me open but, I was not fully numb and I still felt a lot of the cutting and things that were going on to get my baby out safely.  As soon as he was safely out they put me to sleep and when I awoke later I was able to hold and see  my little boy for the first time.  During his feedings he didn't eat very good and he would projectile vomit like something from an alien movie, it was really scary for a young mother, but the nurses assured me that he was fine.  They released us from the hospital and over the next month we were in and out of the doctor's office having tests run and they even changed his formula 5 times but, nothing was helping and my baby was losing weight. His face was sunk in his belly looked swollen he was heartbreaking to look at. He was on every prayer list we knew because I was in church with him and I had him dedicated his first Sunday home from the hospital.  Our church had anointed him with oil and had even prayed for him. I prayed till I was blue in the face. I started to blame myself even though I had done everything by the book while I was pregnant and I was a faithful Christian.  I felt so lost and so alone.  Finally the doctor decided to send him to the children's hospital to have some stomach scans done. The hospital was 1 1/2 hours away so we packed a bag and headed out. We were admitted to the hospital because the scan would be done the nezt morning and my baby could not have anything to drink after midnight that night.  That was hard since it was like he was already starving and now this. The next morning came and we did the scan and immediately they found the problem.  My little boy had pyloricstenosis meaning the tube to his stomach was cloaed off and he really was starving.  They sent us back to out room while they waited for an operating toom to open and I signed all the necessary paperwork.  While I was waiting for them to come get my baby I held him and rocked him while praying and watching The 700 Club. When all of a sudden they stopped praying and looked straight at the camera and said "their is a woman in the hospital with her son and he has a stomach problem and God is healing him right now".  In that very moment I felt a heat and I knew that they were talking about us. An orderly came in and asked for me to follow him because the doctors had decided to do one more scan before surgery.  During this scan they had me feed my baby a bottle while they scanned the whole process and all of this was being recorded.  It really was amazing to watch because the formula got to the blockage the doctors had told me about but, this time we all watched as it miraculously opened and my baby finally was able to have food in his belly.  The doctors were in amazement,  they kept rewinding the tape and playing it over and over and soon they room was full of doctors and interns just standing in awe.  They immediately discharged us and sent us home. We went back to our family pediatrician to discuss it and he said your baby is perfectly healthy, you know God healed him so take him home and enjoy him. From that day forward he had no more problems as far as health issues but, of course he was a typical teenager.  Although he was raised in church my mother was a big influence on that because when my kids lived with her because of a nasty divorce that I went through when they were little although I did play an active role in their lives.  When my mother passed away it was devastating for all of us even my current husband and all of our children.   My mother had taught me how to love unconditionally because she showed that with all of her grandchildren and she loved my husband as her own son.  Well that baby that God healed, he is 21 years old and he just finished his second year in college.   This is only one miracle that God has performed in mine and my family's life so stay tuned for more testimonies.  When life throws you a curve ball sometimes you just have to catch it and throw it back.

The little things in life

Sometimes my days are filled with the hectic sounds of, "mommy she took my stuff, he/she hit me, no he/she hit me first, he/she is looking at me" or when having to ride in the car at time it is "mommy he/she is looking out my window, are we there yet, I need to use the bathroom, I'm thirsty or their touching my part of the seat". Now God has blessed me to be able to raise 10 children (3 born of my tummy and 7 born of my heart) and I have loved each one the same and with unconditional love, even when they were teenagers and on my last have a nerve.  Togther we have made some good memories and we have also had some not so good memories, but as a family you have to learn to take the good with the bad.  I think Jesus taght us that with the disciples.  They were kind of like bratty kids at times and rebellious teenagers.   I mean thunk about it. Jesus is in the garden praying so hard that he is sweating blood and all he asked the disciples to do was to stay awake and the minute his back is turned they totally zonk out.  Then you have they time when the little kids were teying to get cloae to Jesus and the disciples were like "go away little kid" and Jesus was like "no let them come to me" Then then one disciple Judus betrays him for money and then look at Peter he denied him three times like he was embarrassed of him.  Just like if you showed up at your kids high school and they was hanging with their cool friends and here you walk in and one of their friends says "ain't that your daddy" and your are looking around and you spot your dad in that hawiian shirt, with khaki shorts, black socks and his Sunday dress shoes waving at you like a nerd, he is straight up gonna be lije nope and turn around and walk away. So I really do feel that even though Jesus did not biologically have children while He was here on earth (although yes Jesus is God's Son) he knew what it was like to deal with kids because he had to put up with the 12 disciples.  I have 3 left at home and really sometimes it doesn't feel any different than it did when there was 6 in the house at once and sometimes 8.  My quite times now during the summer are at 6:30 am when my husband leaves for work and the kids are still asleep. I get my hot cup of coffee and sit in my comfy chair in the living room and write my blog, pray, read the Bible and praise the Lord.  I think sometimes we tend to forget to thank God for the little things in our life but, we continue to ask or expect more and more just like our kids do sometimes.  When in a confrontation with my children I start out by looking at it as if is this something that really matters or am I just trying to get them to do it my way even though if they do it their way it is still the right way.  Now I am by no means saying that if you have told your child to do something a specific way and they refuse to do then that is ok because that is not ok because that is letting the devil get a foot hold in on rebellion and that is of the sin of witchcraft.  What I am saying if that if you give them a job to do think about it before you aproach them, your kids might really surprise you because sometimes they really have some good ideas. I will be up front and honest with you I am not the perfect mother and my children grown or otherwise are not perfect but, we are a family.  There are 3 of our children who are grown who have decided that they want to be independent and have nothing to do with us or God. We continue to pray for them and love them.