After I said my goodbye to my daughter, Abigail, Karen and I went to Lady of Lourdes Hospital to see my husband, Johnny. The drive there was a little long. My sister, Agnes, took care of letting the family know about everything.
I remembered being in shock. I couldn’t believe my daughter past away. I was not going to see her again until the funeral. So many thoughts flooded my mind. Like what am I going to tell the kids tonight? Am I strong enough for my children? I had so many questions.
I had no idea how tough this was going to be. This was only the beginning of a new season I had to walk out. It was not going away fast. More tests will come, hard decisions to be made and a spiritual battle to fight. This new season was going to mark my life and show me who I really am in Christ.
As I entered the hospital, they immediately told me not to tell Johnny his daughter died. He was in critical condition. Quickly I had to wipe away my tears and pull myself together before entering his room. I saw my husband with a halo on his head to prevent more damage. When he saw me, he moved his arms a little to show me he was okay. He couldn’t talk, because tubes were down his mouth. His eyes seem desperate with lots of questions. I knew he was worried. He had to be thinking, “If I ended up like this, how are my kids?” I had to be strong.
Pastor Jacob was with me as I entered his room. He assured my husband the church will take care of the family. He told him to get better for his family. Then the doctors walked in and told me all his injuries, which were many. He told me that Johnny was paralyzed from head to toe. If he moves it’s only spasms. He will not be able to talk. There were so many tubes attached to him. I was thinking, “Lord what will happen to us? What will to happen to my family?” At this time, they were thinking he will not make it.
I remembered hearing clearly the voice of the Holy Spirit, just like when He told me to tell Abigail that it is okay for her to go with Jesus. He clearly told me as I walked in the room, for Johnny, you have to fight. There’s a battle over his destiny. As the days went by there were good and bad days.
Three times they told me he was going to die. The last time his whole body shut down only his heart was beating. Pastor Rob was preparing me for the worst. I told him, “No, Johnny is not going to die.” I heard from God and was not going to back down. Pastor Rob said, “If that is what you believe we are standing with you.” The doctor asked me to choose what to do if everything shuts down. Do you want to revive him or not? I said yes of course. I want to do everything we can to keep him alive.
I went to the restroom to get away to pray. It’s hard to stand believing when doctors, nurses and others are telling you the opposite. Especially when his condition was proving the doctors were right.
I was alone and said, “God what’s happening? You told me he is going to live. That for Johnny, everything will be against him and that I was going to have to fight. I have been standing and fighting for his life. Every time they wanted to unplug him I said no.” The Lord answered me clearly “Who is in charge here you or I, because if it’s I…you don’t have to revive him”. Right there and then I understood He wanted me to stop trying to control the situation. I just needed to believe and let Him do the work. This was not a medical battle, but a spiritual battle. I came out of that restroom with more faith. I told the doctor, “I am changing the orders. You don’t have to revive him. Johnny is not going to die.” They looked at me like I was a crazy lady. Obviously, Johnny did not die.
During the two months Johnny was in ICU, I gave birth to Legend, went to my daughter’s funeral and I was packing up my home to move to an apartment. We had Abigail’s funeral on her birthday, May 14th. There were around 400 people in attendance. Over 50 people accepted the alter call to become believers in Jesus Christ. So many re-dedicated their lives. We celebrated her home-going and we knew she was having an amazing time, because she was home with Jesus celebrating her birthday. Months before the accident, Abigail wrote down on her calendar for this day, “The best birthday ever.” She was right!
We told Johnny a couple of days before Father’s Day about Abigail going home with the Lord. He took it like a loving father would, with his body shaking and crying. With his lips he mouthed the words “My Baby” over and over again. He was in disbelief that this was all happening to me behind the scenes. Every time I walked into his room God gave me strength and peace to keep it together for Johnny’s sake. He hasn’t seen the kids since the car accident. On Father’s Day we got a pass to bring the kids and he met Legend for the first time. He was a month old and looked just like him. Shortly after Johnny was transferred four hours away to the city of Slidell to a Rehab Center.
In this blog I want to make a point that is important to listen to the voice of the Holy Spirit. He will guide your every step. My faith has grown so much to believe in the impossible. We have to be child-like and believe in what the Lord says He will do for us. The Bible tells us that He will work everything out for the good of those who love him. He says He will never leave us. He says ask and pray for everything. We just need to claim His promises all over our lives and believe. I had to believe even if everyone around me didn’t. I had to stand firm on my promises when everything around me was falling apart.
There’s so much to say about Johnny’s part of the testimony to share in just one blog. I will have a couple of more blogs to tell about the time he was in ICU and in Slidell rehab. The Lord taught me so much in the months leading to Johnny’s homecoming.
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