Proof That Prayer Does Move Mountains

"Miracles have happened when God's people come together in prayer."
~ Billy Graham ~

This seems to be a motto that I live by. I can't recall all of the times that this has been true for us but I will tell you about a time when God's hand was most evident.

My son, Jacob was nearly three years old when we almost lost him. We had been outside playing and I went inside to get make some juice for them. I was near done filling the second cup when I heard Gevan scream, "Ma! Jacob stuck!"

You know how as a mom you just know some things? Well, I knew in my heart that this was bad - and it was. I screamed for my then spouse, the boys' dad, as soon as I saw him. He was twitching and his head was hanging down. He was lifeless. I don't remember jumping down the steps or running across the yard. I just remember seeing myself take my baby out of the string that he had accidentally became caught in and now hung from on the swingset.

I layed him on the ground and before I could get up his dad was on the ground performing CPR. I ran back inside to get the phone and the baby (Brennan was just crawling and I was afraid he would fall down the steps). I called 911. In a barely audible voice I gave my address and said, "Hurry! My baby hung himself! Please he isn't breathing!!"

I finally got a good look at him. He was lethargic and blue. Every blood vessel in his face, eyes, ears, and head had burst from the pressure. I was about to break down when I heard his dad say, "he's breathing, Amy! He's breathing!"

I gasped to catch my own breath while relaying the information to the 911 operator. My neighbor came to get the baby and I took Jacob in my arms. He was seizing and barely moving or breathing. I was so scared he was going to die.

As I was staring at him I became very aware of someone praying in tongues. It was echoing loudly in my ear. I kept staring at Jacob and his dad was on the phone with his mom. Between his sobs I heard him say to her, "He is with Amy right now. She is praying over him."

It was me. I was the one speaking in tongues. I had no idea that I even could. I had tried many times before but it never happened and now it was just flowing from my mouth!

The ambulance arrived and we were getting on board when I heard Jacob's dad call the church and ask them to pray. Almost immediately I felt peace come over me which is a great thing because that was one of the longest and scariest rides of my life.

Jacob kept seizing and would go in and out of conscienceness. I heard them on the phone with the hospital and I heard him say, "We don't have time for that. He may not make it."

I looked that paramedic in the eye and could see his immediate regret of those words. Something whelled up in me and I just began to sing my heart out to my baby. "Blues Clues" was his "mostest, favoritest show ever!" so I began to sing it to him. He started to wake up and look around but he still wasn't fully alert. Then I heard it again... myself speaking in tongues and praying God's Word over him. I wasn't even aware of it. It was almost like I was somewhere else.

We got to the hospital and they rushed him in the back and wouldn't let us in. Somehow, I managed to stay calm. After nearly an hour of them working on him and doing tests the doctor came out with a smile. He told us we were either the luckiest people he had ever met or somebody up there was looking out for us. It was unbelievable to him but my Jacob was going to live... and with no permanent injuries!

Five minutes after I got the news that my son would live and that he should be dead, I lost it. I walked outside of the emergency room doors and with people watching from all over I screamed. I sobbed. I cried so hard I could barely breathe. My diaphragm began to pulsate, my eyes and throat began to swell and my head hurt so intensely yet, I couldn’t stop. It was almost as if I was finally able to comprehend what had happened.

As the days went by after Jacob came home I would get the occasional phone call about how someone had been called by someone else and asked to pray for Jacob that day. One stood out from the rest. I learned from a friend that after Mark had made the phone call to the church they immediately began calling others to pray. Within minutes hundreds of people were praying for my little boy. My friend said she went to pick up her child from school and heard someone crying and praying from the supply closet. She said this woman was pleading for God to save her baby. She was saying, "Please God don't take him yet!"

I met this "closet praying woman" at a Pampered Chef show months later and she began to cry as she explained to me what happened to her that day. She told me, "Amy, I felt your pain! I felt like it was my child. It hurt so much!" She said, "Through my tears, I finally realized that God had taken your pain and given it to me to carry for a while because you needed to be with your son."

I broke. Right there in the kitchen at that party, I broke. It made so much sense. He loves me so much that He did that for me so that I could be with Jacob - 100% with Jacob. God is so good. He has such a way with us and His ways are so much greater than our ways and prayer does move mountains. I believe it.

Thank you, God for giving Jacob back to me. I can never, never, never tell you how grateful I am. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so very much.

Cause I believe that when I call for you
You hear the plea for my rescue
And You lift me up above the world I know
And I know that when I speak Your name
You hear my voice and send your saints
To cover me in the shadow of angels

lyrics from Shadow of Angels by Building 429

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