And Jesus looking upon them saith, With men it is impossible, but not with God: for with God all things are possible.
I have made it my goal to be more vocal about the wonderful things Jesus has done for me. I tend to keep things to myself because I am afraid of offending someone else. We all have things in our lives that God doesn't answer the way we want and we don't know why. All we know is that God has it all under control. So, when I give thanks for what Jesus has done, please understand that I am bragging on my Heavenly Father and I understand fully that I have done nothing to deserve any of the blessings that He so graciously gives.
It really hit me the other day when Thomas looked up at me after I gave him a plate of food and said, "Mommy, you the best cooker!" Now I so understand that I am not the best cooker because Grandma is by far the best cooker! :) It made my day to hear him tell me that I was the best cooker. Did it mean that if he didn't tell me that I would never feed him again? No, of course not. He also looks at me sometimes and tells me that I am his best Mommy. Does that mean if he doesn't tell me I am not going to do the best I can at being the best Mommy? Absolutely not! I really believe our kids can teach us so much and what I have taken from these compliments is that Jesus likes it when I brag on him. Does it mean he will never move for me if I don't vocalize my thanks? I don't think so, but I bet it really brings a smile to his face!
If you are saved, you have a testimony. If you slept through the night and woke up this morning, you have a testimony. If you are breathing, you have a testimony. If you know right from wrong, you have a testimony. Jesus is crazy about you, you have a testimony! I challenge you to be more vocal with your thanks.
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Our 3rd little miracle was born in September. After he was born, I noticed he wasn't using his left shoulder. He wasn't lifting that arm up. He would move the elbow, but the shoulder joint had no movement. The first pediatrician that came in the room to check on him noticed it too and told me sometimes during birth it can damage a nerve and told me to make sure I followed up on it. I started praying. I didn't know what it would mean, if he would never have movement or if they would want to do surgery. I went through the surgery stuff with Zach and I didn't want to go through that helpless feeling again. I didn't want another one of my babies to have something wrong. I needed God to move for my son.
At his first well check I mentioned it to my doctor she looked at his arm and told me that sometimes it could be a nerve or that it could be a certain type of palsy. She told me to keep an eye on it and we would decide more at the next visit and that things could end up fine. I was still praying. I really felt like everything was going to be ok. A few days later the nurse from the doctor's office called me to give me the information about the appointment with the specialist. My heart sank while I was on the phone with the nurse. I told her that the doctor said we were waiting until the next visit and I was confused about why I was getting this call. I took the information and I prayed more. The appointment was set for December.
By the time our next visit rolled around in November he was lifting it here and there, but it was still really weak. If it went up it would flop back down. The doctor pulled at it to see if he gave any resistance and he did. She was pleased to see the improvement, so before I left I told the nurse to cancel the appointment with the specialist. The nurse called me back once I got home to ask why I was cancelling and I told her there was improvement and I didn't feel like the appointment was needed. They even called me from the specialist office a few weeks later to make sure I really wanted to cancel because there was only a small window of time in which it could be fixed. I didn't keep the appointment. I kept watching his arm and it was mostly right by his side. I started doubting that I had made the right decision.
He was sitting in his bouncy seat a couple of weeks ago and that little arm wasn't moving. He had the other one all over the place and up in the air mostly, but that little left arm was right by his side. I started telling myself that I had made the wrong decision. That I wasn't looking out for the best interest on my child and it may have been too late to fix it now. When I went to bed that night I really talked to God about it. I went to sleep with it on my mind and my heart broken. I got up the next day and went about my business. I hadn't given it much thought. I was sitting on the sofa with him that night and I looked down and that left arm was straight up in the air! It looked like he was praising God. Tears came to my eyes and then that left arm came down a little and his little hand brushed across my cheek! God had moved! He moved for my baby! That little arm has been moving all over the place since then. It isn't weak, it isn't wobbly, it is healed. I am so thankful that God moved for Andrew. He is still in the miracle working business!
Jesus said unto him, If thou canst believe, all things are possible to him that believeth.
