A child’s prayer answered
Published: March 8, 2006
I was raised by a single parent, as my mom didn’t live with us. I went to junior high school, while my sister attended high school. One day when my sister had left the house for school, I realized my dad was very ill, so I asked him if I could stay at home and take care of him. He said no, so I then went to school myself.
About mid-morning, I was changing classrooms and passed the principal’s office on the way. I could hear the principal speaking on the phone and heard him say my father’s name, slamming down the phone as he said it. I stepped into the principal’s office, asking him if my dad was calling for me.
He said, “I think he is drunk, I couldn’t understand a word he was saying.”
I told him my dad did not drink and was very sick. I then left my books on the principal’s desk and ran home, forgetting even my coat.
When I arrived at home and went into my father’s room I found him unconscious. I turned away and went into our pantry to pray. I sat on the counter and closed my eyes and said out loud, “God, my dad needs you and he needs you now!”
With that, there was a knock on the door in the kitchen. When I opened it, there stood a doctor with his little black bag. He asked if I could direct him to Colmar Street, which was nearby. I took hold of his arm and pulled him toward my father’s room, telling him that my father was sick. He took one look at my father and asked where the telephone was located. Then he called for an ambulance.
The doctor began to examine Dad and declared that he had double pneumonia. Once the ambulance arrived to take my dad to the hospital, the doctor told me to ride to the hospital with him in his car. When we arrived there, the doctor asked me to furnish the admitting desk with all of our personal information they might need. He also told me that he would take me home after he attended to my father. Most of all, he told me that my father would live. The doctor reassured me of this by telling me that God had gotten me home to answer the door when he knocked.
Before he left me off at home the doctor also told me that he prayed every day that God would send him where the need for his skills was greatest. My dad was in the hospital for a couple of weeks, but he recovered fully from the pneumonia. I believe in the power of prayer and God is that power.
If you enjoyed this good news Subscribe to Good News Blog
Share this
To share this simply copy and paste one of the below URL's: