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A lot of my friends know this story, as I have not ever been quite about telling it. On the 29th of September 2006, God showed his presence and saved my son. – To get the whole of Riley’s story you need to click HERE. This part is only about how God saved his life 🙂
On the 29th of September, we were informed that our son had a brain tumour and needed to be transferred to Melbourne. As you can expect we were all quite devastated. Seeing your son lying in a hospital bed, unconscious and just having been diagnosed with a brain tumour, was every parent’s nightmare.
We had 2 other children that we had to organise, family to notify, friends to get help from. Life was a mess.
In the middle of all this, my Aunt walked into the hospital room. She came up to me and gave me a hug and said ’Sonni, God has sent me to pray over Riley, can I please?’ My answer was instantly a yes. This was my Aunt, whom we all called God’s Angel. We knew she was special, we knew she was one of God’s children sent to earth to work for God.
So, myself, a friend of mine, my ex and his partner all stood in Riley’s darkened hospital room without heads bowed while my Aunty stood next to Riley with her hand on his head in prayer. I remember sending a prayer of my own as well. Then suddenly there was this overwhelming feeling in the room, I had goosebumps and then this calmness took over me. I knew in that instant that my boy was going to be OK. I knew that he had just been saved.
After a while, my Aunt turned to me and said, ‘He is going to be OK Sonni, I just removed the Angel of Death and have brought the Angel of Life to watch over him. He is going to be OK.’
We walked out of Riley’s hospital room after that to have a chat. It turns out that a series of events lead to my Aunty getting to us.
My mother was living with my Aunt at the time and so she knew that Riley had been diagnosed with the Tumour. For some reason, her daughter’s car was playing up and she needed her mum (my Aunt) to pick her up from work that night (at around 11pm). The only way to get from my cousins house to my Aunt’s was to drive past the hospital that we were at. As she was coming towards the hospital she got a ‘message’ from God that she needed to go pray over Riley.
Now, this was around midnight, so the hospital was all fully locked up with no access unless going through security and pleading. My Aunt was wondering how she was going to get in, but as she walked up to the front doors of the hospital a Nurse walked out of them, so my Aunt just walked on in.
Then the next thing she needed to work out was where to find us, she had no idea, what floor we were on, let alone what room we were in. Next thing she sees my sister coming towards her, on her way to a vending machine. So my sister was able to bring her to us.
I have no doubt what so ever that God sent my Aunt and opened all the ‘doors’ to get her to us.
I have told this story many many times since then and it is interesting the reactions I get. Some people will tell me their story about how God saved their lives or their children lives. Other people will not believe the story or say if I want to believe that then that’s good for me, but they don’t believe it. I even had someone say to me that God didn’t save my son, the Doctors and Nurses did. And although I will be forever grateful for EVERY Doctor and Nurse that worked on my son and gave him the care and treatment he needed. I totally believe that God gave them those skills and God put them in our path to save my son.
Miracles happen all the time and for that, I am truly grateful.
One of my favourite stories in the Bible is where Peter and John healed a lame man – Acts 3:1-12
1Now Peter and John went up together into the temple at the hour of prayer, being the ninth hour.
2And a certain man lame from his mother’s womb was carried, whom they laid daily at the gate of the temple which is called Beautiful, to ask alms of them that entered into the temple;
3Who seeing Peter and John about to go into the temple asked an alms.
4And Peter, fastening his eyes upon him with John, said, Look on us.
5And he gave heed unto them, expecting to receive something of them.
6Then Peter said, Silver and gold have I none; but such as I have give I thee: In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth rise up and walk.
7And he took him by the right hand, and lifted him up: and immediately his feet and ankle bones received strength.
8And he leaping up stood, and walked, and entered with them into the temple, walking, and leaping, and praising God.
9And all the people saw him walking and praising God:
10And they knew that it was he which sat for alms at the Beautiful gate of the temple: and they were filled with wonder and amazement at that which had happened unto him.
11And as the lame man which was healed held Peter and John, all the people ran together unto them in the porch that is called Solomon’s, greatly wondering.
12And when Peter saw it, he answered unto the people, Ye men of Israel, why marvel ye at this? or why look ye so earnestly on us, as though by our own power or holiness we had made this man to walk?
