Today I am thankful for life, for breath - for the statistical impossibility that I exist.
Sounds over dramatic, but today I take time to remember the details of the story I've heard my dad tell numerous times.
How that in 1949 when my parents' world was shaken when after nine months what they thought was a pregnancy turned out to be a huge mass in my mother's womb. "It just so happened" that William Branham came to Tulsa, where my parents were living. That night he prayed for my mother - and "only God" - miraculously that same night mother was completely healed. A year later, my big brother was born.
Then in December 1961, my mother's fourth "miraculous" pregnancy developed complications during delivery. The doctors allowed my father to come into the delivery room to say his "goodbye's", for they did not believe that either my mother or the baby would make it. My parents lived in a small town with no surgeon on staff at the local hospital. On a long-distance telephone call with a surgeon in Shreveport giving them directions, the local doctors performed their first Cesarean and delivered ME!
I've heard my dad tell these stories all my life. He always gets emotional reliving these moments. At one point I may have thought he was a bit too over-dramatic about it all. However, today I realize that it is only because of the goodness and the mercies of God that against all statistical odds I even exist. In rehearsing these details out loud - I am humbly and gratefully aware that I am not here by accident. That I do have destiny in my DNA. That me and my three siblings are all proof of the miraculous.
And since Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, TODAY and forever - His power is just as authentic and God is just as much FOR US as ever before.
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