Today is our son's 15th birthday. 15 years ago today, we were at the hospital and everything was going well. Little did we know what was going to happen in the next 24 hours. Robby was having some difficulty breathing so the nurses decided to watch him overnight. I remember praying all night. Robby seemed to be doing okay the next day, so we went home that evening. He was very fussy and I couldn't settle him down. He felt a warm and I took his temperature. It was 103.7! We called the hospital and they told us to get him to the hospital immediately. By the time we arrived, the hospital staff was waiting for us and had him PICU in seconds. Dr. Griggs, who was the PICU doctor, came in and told us that he was going to treat Robby for a Strep-B infection along with meningitis. He told us to begin calling everyone. We told him that we had already called a lot of people to pray and he told us that we needed to call the family to come to the hospital. What? By this time everything was going so fast. Robby looked so healthy. Was this really happening?
Clark Whitten was our Pastor at the time. By the time that he got to the hospital, they had not given us much hope. Robby was having seizures so badly that they came and told us if he made it all, he would probably be severely brain damaged. When Clark arrived, he told us that he had been praying, and God told him that Robby was going to be fine.
We were told he may never breath or his own and he could be deaf. It was one thing after another. There were so many prayers being answered. One day Robby was having seizures again. Everytime we found out what problems Robby was having we would call for prayer. The neurologist came and told us that he couldn't give Robby anymore medication. He was totally knocked out, but was still having seizures and again gave us no hope. There was a caregroup (lifegroup) that had been praying. As soon as the neurologist left, we got a call. This lifegroup said that they had 3 words for us...1) it was only temporary 2) it would be over tomorrow 3) there would be no brain damage....wow, what a word from God when we needed to hear from Him. As soon as we hung up the phone, the doctor came out and told us that he couldn't explain it, but the seizures had stopped! We were in a regular room the next day. God is so good!
There were so many more things that happened in the 2 weeks that we were in the hospital. God would answer one prayer after another. The day that we were going to take him home, I went to the hospital pharmacy to get a medication for his seizures. I looked at the presciption on the bottle. Something told me it seemed like a lot of medicine to give to a newborn. (Thank you, Holy Spirit.) I went back to Dr. Griggs and he said if I had given him what was typed on the bottle, I would have overdosed him and killed him. Wow!
We know that God has something very special for Robby. He loves people, loves to serve, is a great encourager, and loves to be at church. We can't wait to see what God is going to do with his life!
Phillipians 1:6
I am sure that the One who began a good work in you will carry it on until it is completed. That will be on the day Christ Jesus returns.
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Great, great story....I never get tired of hearing it!
What a blessing Robby has been to us!!! He always has a smile on his face. While Mom was in the nursing home she told me that he would call her every day after he got home from school and some days would call her several times to check on her, and give her his love and encouragment. What a wonderful young person who loves to serve the Lord and others. We had a wonderful week of vacation with Rob and Teena this past summer. Rob is a good catfisherman. Ask him about that big old catfish he caught. Uncle wayne
As I read that, I started crying, because it reminds a lot of my story. It's too long to post a comment about, but maybe I'll blog about and can read about it then. If I had to explain my story in one sentence it would be: God is Good!
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