The God of life

I want to tell you about a little piece of our family history, from which I bear testimony of the love and the power of Jesus. Alejandro and I got married in 1992 and by the end of that year we wanted to have a child. Towards the end of November I got pregnant. By the third month of pregnancy, some difficulties began. A hemorrhage made me spend three days in hospital, then two months resting at home in Devoto and three else at my mother-in-law's. Meanwhile, with my prayer community, we kept asking God for this life that was growing in my womb, trusting it to Him day after day.

The doctors told us that the baby might have neurological problems, and that they did not know if we could get to the end of pregnancy in those conditions. In spite of these data from reality, my community went on praying for us, they persevered with patience and insistence to the God of life.

Thus we got to the eighth month of pregnancy, and childbirth took place. Nicolas was born and my heart was anxious to hold him in my arms, to touch him, to kiss him a thousand times, we had gone through such an ordeal together. But I still had to wait for six days before that happened.

When he had just been born it was hard for him to breathe on his own, and he was placed on an artificial respirator.

Then we continued praying, and we also put the rosary prayer opposite the incubator that sheltered him now. I begged to Mary, who is a Mother like me, to intercede for him. And in one of those prayers we ourselves blessed our son with blessed water signalling a cross on his little forehead. A gesture that I would later on repeat insistently, laying hands on him and praying for his healing.

Some days later, somebody in my community received in her heart a word from the Lord that said: "In the Name of Jesus there is victory in Nicolas' lungs and life is a gift for him". That same day the doctors took him out of the respirator and I was able to hold him in my arms, totally healthy.

Today Nicolas is almost three years old and he does everything a baby of his age does: a lot of mess. But I'm happy. Glory and praise to the Victory of our Lord Jesus Christ!

Rosana C.
translated from Cristo Vive Aleluia!
Nº 100, p. 14 (1995)

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