Thursday, September 10, 2009

The Decision That Saved His Life


When Mark was 11 months old and tottering around the house on chubby little legs, I had to carefully baby-proof every room. I made sure there was no table he could pull down on himself, that all the light sockets were covered, that there were no small articles that he could put in his mouth and choke on. Also that every door that led outside was securely locked - except for that day.

Sunday after church in Durban, South Africa, we went home while my husband stayed behind to preach in the afternoon services, and Todd went to a friend's house. I fed the baby, and let him wander around as I did some laundry, thinking that I would get a head start on Monday's chores. I really don't know how many minutes passed before I realized that I no longer heard his chattering voice, I had been so lost in thought. Terror gripped me when I started to call his name and go from room to room and not hear a sound or see him anywhere. I ran up and down the hallways, and then glanced out the window to see his little body floating face-down in the swimming pool in the back yard. The one door in the back porch that was always locked had been left unlatched. He had pushed it open, and loving the pool, had walked right into it and drowned.

The first word out of my mouth was, NOOOO!!!! I ran and jumped in the pool to fish him out. He was swollen, blue and not breathing. His arms were stiffly sticking out to either side, and he was unrecognizable. He must have been there for quite some time to have transformed into this monster-like creature. I rushed him to the small carpet on the back porch and began to pump his stomach - something I had only seen on TV and remembered from a high school P.E. class.

From the moment I saw him and tried to resuscitate him, a million thoughts were running through my mind. "You idiot! Why didn't you check that door? It's all your fault that he's dead!" "Just be thankful to God that He gave you these 11 months with him on this earth, it must be his time to go to heaven." "Why are you even praying? You haven't been that spiritual lately, why do you think God would listen to you now when you don't deserve it? You're a failure as a mother!"

And then, thank God, other thoughts flooded in: "God is a healer! God does miracles! God raises the dead!" "Pray, fight for him like never before, forget whether you feel spiritual or worthy of anything - this is your child PRAY! FIGHT NOW!" Then a determination swept over me and an anger that the devil wanted to kill my son. I prayed against the feelings and told God, "If I have to pray for a week for him to come back from the dead, I'm not stopping." I made my decision and began to rebuke all the evil that was at work to steal his life.

All of this happened within seconds, but it was a decision of life and death. I was pumping his stomach, and nothing was happening. I was trying to breath into his mouth, but the air wasn't going in. I kept praying, rebuking, and doing all I could, and finally as I breathed into him once more, I felt his lungs fill and his chest rose with air. He made a tiny groan, and I knew he would live. I picked him up and he vomited all the water out of his stomach, and began to cry weakly. He was limp, gray, and couldn't move his limbs. I ran in and bundled him up in a blanket and massaged him all over, and made more decisions for God and the devil to hear:

"He will not be brain damaged."
"He will not have any paralysis or loss of movement."
"He will be perfectly normal in every way.
"He will not be traumatized by what just happened."
"He will have no fear of water, love swimming and grow to be a bold, happy and healthy boy!"

I called my husband, who was on his way home to change his shirt, something that he normally didn't do on Sundays. He prayed with me over the phone. I called the pediatrician who arranged for us to go straight into the emergency room. Then Marky ate, slept, and woke up talking away in his baby language about balls and cars and ready to play!

The trip to the hospital proved beyond a doubt that what I had decided was exactly what God had done. They had to remove us from the Intensive Care Unit because I couldn't keep him from running around the room and squealing! He was the healthiest patient there. Even a troop of student nurses, led by their head nurse, came to see me and congratulate me for having done a "wonderful job of CPR." But that wasn't what really brought Mark back to life - it was deciding to use my faith, against all odds and against all emotions. They kept us overnight, just in case some complication arose, but the doctor released us sooner than planned. As soon as we got home, I took him around to the back yard. When he spotted the pool, he stretched out his arms and shouted, "Pool! Pool!" And with all our clothes on, we hopped in and went for a lovely swim.

He is a happy, healthy, active 11 year old, who loves to help us evangelize, play soccer and is game for just about anything. But if I had decided to listen to those "logical" arguments in my head to just be thankful that I had him for 11 months, that would be exactly what God would have allowed and we would have buried him that week. The power to decide is what faith is all about. It's God's gift to us so He can show His power, but only we can make it happen.

14 comments:

Jean Mkhize Dlamini said...

I remember the days in which this took place. I was in Durban and bishop gave the testimony. We know if our Faith is real when we are faced with problems that look as though they are about to swollow us. But that's why we face problems --> to overcome them and have a testimony about our God's power!

Nanda Bezerra said...

This post made me cry as I can imagine what you had to endure with the devil bringing all those thoughts, but your decision saved his life!

Miss u!

xoxo

Nanda

Chris said...

I'm speechless!

Cristiane Cardoso said...

The devil is always so quick to say we're not good enough or that we don't deserve anything from God... it's amazing how people listen more to that than to what you decided to listen to: the voice of your faith. God is so simple, why do we have to complicate things?! This amazing fact happened years ago and I thank you for that faith of yours, my family and I are absolutely crazy for Mark!

Bruna said...

Wow! what a story!


God Bless your family :-)

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preh said...

Wow wow wow, the power of decision.

Amos Bethlehem said...

Mrs Evelyn,

Thank God you rejected those bad thoughts, and accepted the good ones. I can imagine what the consequence would have been, if you had chosen to listen to the bad thoughts.

God Bless

Amos

Thais said...

Thank you for such an inspirational testimony!

Debora Anjos said...

Deciding and already determining that no negativity would result from a bad situation... really what faith is about, right?

Sandra Tiseira said...

A decision makes a difference. The best Decision I made was giving my life to the Lord..

Gilesa Johnson (Brixton UK) said...

Wow this is strong, i was tense throughout reading this blog, the devil always come to our mind to bring doubt but we have o make the right decision and close our ears to what the devil has be saying in our ears.
Today your child is a grown up and you have being using this testimony to help others to fight these taught. This is a real blessing.

Thanks a Lot for this message.

Sabrina Durant said...

wow that's all I can say! its in the power of your decision making.
I can say on many occasions I have listened to the voice of doubt because I believed maybe its not for me, maybe it can't happen, but today this message showed me that it can, you just have to decide.

Sithokozile Myeni said...

I'm from Durban and people who were in the church at the time still tell this story..though all of the important details are left out. This is how we have to face every problem and challenge that come our way - with faith and determination! That one decision saved your son's life, praise God!