On Friday, May 20 our little Naomi drowned. At our hospital, the doctors were skeptical about her survival thru the next two days.
Naomi is still here.
All of the medical facts said improbable. God said “Wait, I am the healer. Facts don’t heal, but I do”. With a faith the size of a mustard seed, we started to pray over Naomi and speak life. Speak into existence that which was not. Thru God’s power, grace, mercy, unrelentless love and unbridled passion to support those He loves, our Naomi is still alive. Not only alive… getting better day by day. She is on her way to have an MRI as I type this. I couldn’t stay in the room while they prepped her. Her vital signs are good. Her respiration is good. The doctor said that while she does have damage to organs in her little body, they will heal. Her brain is what they want to look at now. They say damaged. We say that God can make undamaged parts of her brain take over for the damaged parts. She is going to be whole, and well. We stand and speak it. She is going to be OK. She is still asleep, and that’s OK. We know the truth, and the truth only smiles in the face of facts and “evidence”. Wendy and I have started taking an hour or so to just do something “normal” during the day, like buying groceries. Yesterday we bought a pair of sandals for her to walk out of here. If I can keep from running thru the glass doors shouting God’s praises on that day, it will be miracle #2. Miracle #1? We are already counting it as done. More updates and good news coming. Keep praying. Harder if you can. It seems like everyday I find that even though I have prayed my hardest, I always find I can dig a little harder, deeper. Stand with us people and be a part of the miracle, where God will get the glory for it all.