27 Years Ago Today!

Twenty Seven years ago today most would say it was a tragedy, but out of the devastation came a miracle.

I was young, had just turned three on the 19th of December in 1982. We had Christmas as usual on the 25th but who would have known that 3 days after Christmas would come the BIGGEST turning point in not only my life but of the life of my entire family!

It was December 27th, 1982 when my biological father took a knife and stabbed and killed my biological mother. He then stabbed me in the abdomen, the knife thrusting in my stomach and exiting out of my back. He wrapped me in sheets and left me in the bed to die. With my mother dead and me dieing in the bed he sat watching television and smoking his cigarette in the living room.

In the mean time my aunt Donna had called the police and they responded to our apartment for a domestic disturbance. Little did they know that as they opened the door they would walk into my mother's body on the floor of the entry way and then finally find me wrapped in the bed.

OK so that is the tragedy, but what about the miracle? The rest of the story is amazing and you can truly see God's hand in the whole thing!

The Chief of police, Chief Smythe found me and instead of waiting for an ambulance, placed me in his police car and rushed me to the emergency room. Now this isn't what should have happened because if I would have died in his car then he would have been charged with my death. Thank God he did as the hospital staff said if he had waited for the ambulance or even for a minute or two longer I would not have made, I would have died! Thank you God and thank you Chief Smythe!

At the hospital, was rushed right into exploratory surgery to see what organs were damaged. I don't know what the surgeons facial expression was as he approached my Aunt Donna and Uncle Matt but I am sure it was of confusion, amazement, and relief as he could give some good news. The surgeon reported that miraculously "not one vital organ was damaged. It was as if someone placed their hand in her stomach and moved all the organs out of the way." There was no way that the organs should have been untouched. That's my God with His hand of protection! However the doctor reported that I did have some nerve damage and would not be able to walk again. God's healing hand was on me, as I left the hospital some time after this event I left able to walk out! Praise God!

My aunt and uncle took me in as one of their children and today you know them as my mom and dad! My God protected me, He healed me, and He gave me a family that loved and served Him and loved me too!

As we are still in the Christmas mind frame, remember the real reason we celebrate, because God sent his son as an infant so He could die for our sins on that cross on Calvary. What a Savior, not because of His protection in my life in 1982 but because He died just for me and He died just for you!

If you have never truly accepted the gift of God's son do that now, for tomorrow is not promised to us. He sent His son for you and all you have to do is accept the gift and believe Jesus died for you!

"For God so loved the world, that He gave his only son, that whosoever believes in him should not perish but have ever lasting life." John 3:16


Lord, thank you for your Son! Thank you for being so evident in my life. I pray that as others read these words you reveal the times in their life that you have been so clearly there with them! Reveal to them that you are there right now. You are an awesome God who is our protector, provider, healer, and savior! Thank you Jesus! ~Amen



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