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God heals Grandpa

January 13, 2009

We were in McHenry on Sunday evening like we are every Sunday evening. We had dinner with my parents and were just wrapping up the week’s installment of my dad’s favorite teevee show when the phone rang.

Mom answered as she walked back to her chair, but she didn’t sit down. Her free hand rose in front of her as though trying to interrupt someone who wasn’t standing in front of her. “Is he standing up? Is he coherent?”

In one move, my dad halfway down the stairs for his shoes, coat already in hand.

“Call 911. We’re on our way.”

“It’s Grandpa?” I’m standing now too.


The car starts outside.

“Should we come?”

“Why don’t you stay here for now and we’ll call you.”

I pulled my phone out of my coat pocket, checked the volume on the ringer and set it on the table at the end of the couch. The lead weight in my stomach pulled me down next to it. This is not happening.

Husband sat down next to me and we started to pray. In moments we were both praying against stroke. When we’d bound and loosed and cursed and blessed everything we could think to, we prayed for peace and faith in Grandma and the rest of the family.

Twenty minutes later my phone rang. The ambulance is gone, they’re following with Grandma to the ER. “We think it was a minor stroke.”

We prayed for another hour at least. For strength and oxygen and blood flow and against brain damage. Finally, the phone rang again.

They’ve done a CAT scan and an MRI. It was a minor stroke, but it doesn’t look like there’s going to be any brain damage. They wanted to keep him overnight to run some more tests Monday morning to figure out exactly what happened and what needs to be done about it.

We stopped by the ER on the way home to see him and pray over him. He was slurring a bit, but my dad called yesterday morning and said that was gone already. This morning I found out that they kept him last night again because something in one of the brain scans didn’t look great and they can’t get his blood pressure down to where they need it to be before they pull him off meds. If the intercessors in the audience want to add something else to their lists: completely restored brain and proper blood pressure for Wally.

Thanks and glory to God for giving us the authority of Jesus’ name. My other remaining prayer is that the rest of my family is inspired to take a step back and give thanks and glory to God as well, and not just in lip service but in drawing nearer to the One who first drew near to us.

Mark 16:17-18//And these signs shall follow those who believe: In My name they will cast out demons … they will lay hands on the sick and they will recover.

4 Comments leave one →
  1. January 13, 2009 11:31 am

    thanks be to God.

  2. Lex permalink
    January 13, 2009 2:06 pm

    Amen! He’s so good to us!

  3. January 15, 2009 8:06 am

    wow amazing god is so good i will continue to pray for wally! and for God to be famous in your house!

  4. Lex permalink
    January 15, 2009 8:26 am

    Thanks, Jeffie! He went home from the hospital yesterday, but they’re going to have him back for some more tests soon. In the meantime, he’s not allowed to lift stuff or be alone much.

    Timothy and I were talking the other day about how funny it is that three days later they were keeping him IN the hospital because they can’t figure out what’s wrong with him … ’cause God heals! :)

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