Excerpts from Yahweh Rophe (Healer), Chapter 11

“…As I walked Joshua (my 13-year-old) into the emergency room, I noticed he started to have a hard time walking straight and I literally had to hold him up by putting my arms up under him. It was almost as if he were intoxicated by the way he was walking. He also stated that his vision was getting more blurry. Then, I noticed he began to slur his “s” sound, which was not normal for him. At that point, I really got scared that this may possibly be more than just a typical migraine headache.

The hospital did a CAT scan and blood work, and both came back normal. After two rounds of different IV pain medications, his headache finally started to subside after a few hours, and he fell asleep. They then sent us home and told us to return should he become worse…

The next day he woke up and the “migraine” had come back. He was again in so much pain he was crying. One of my biggest fears at that time was that he was going to struggle with these chronically, and he would be confined to bed for days at a time, unable to function normally.

By late in the afternoon, I was beginning to think that something more than a migraine was going on, because of the severity of it and the fact that this headache had lasted for almost three days….I was determined to get to the bottom of this, especially if he woke up feeling bad again the next day. The next morning, Sunday, he woke up and said he felt fine. I was ecstatic that his head finally felt better after this three-day ordeal!

…Shortly after 5:15 am. Monday morning, I was still asleep when Joshua came into my room, which was highly unusual for him although he does sometimes sleepwalk. The opening door startled me and I woke up, asking him if he was ok and he said he was fine. He then laid down next to me, which, again was highly unusual. I knew we had to get up soon for school anyway, so I let him crash next to me. In every way he appeared fine and not in any pain.

I fell back into a deep sleep almost immediately and had a nightmare that a huge tornado was chasing me and the boys. We were outside in a field running towards a cellar. I was yelling at the boys to hurry up because the tornado was catching up fast, and it seemed they were lagging further behind me. The dream terrified me to the point that I woke up and was unable to stay asleep, although my eyes were heavy and I felt exhausted. I now know by looking back that this was God’s way of keeping me awake just enough to be aware of the upcoming “storm” about to take place.

About thirty minutes later, Joshua started kicking me and waking me up with each kick, which was really irritating. I nudged him with my foot and said, “Joshua, quit kicking me.” He settled down for a few minutes, and then all of the sudden, he kicked forcefully and violently shook the bed. I thought he was messing around so I nudged him again, this time a little harder, and said his name. He did not respond, and a few seconds later I knew something was really wrong; it appeared he may have been having a bad seizure. He had never had one before, nor had anyone in my family. It terrified me, because of the fact he had just had this three-day migraine and now this! I threw the covers off and raced to the light switch in order to see exactly what was happening. Nothing prepared me for what I saw when I turned on the lights.

He was very rigid and his neck was jerking backwards violently. His eyes were rolled back into his head and there was blood coming out from both sides of his mouth. I yelled out as loud as I could get out, “Lord Jesus, PLEASE DON’T LET HIM DIE LIKE THIS!!!!” It looked as if he were dying right in front of me…

I ran out to the living room, grabbed the phone and dialed 911, so choked up I could barely squeak out a single word. I had to over-compensate by yelling into the phone to explain what was happening. …Everything at that point seemed like a dream. It felt as if somebody had their hands around my throat, squeezing so hard that I found it hard to breathe or talk.

The seizure had lasted a good five or six minutes, and when it finally stopped, I was unable to wake Joshua up. He was breathing very, very loudly and abnormally, as if mechanically by a machine. Blood was still coming out from his mouth. I desperately wanted it to stop and for him to wake up so I would know that he was all right. At this point, I still did not hear the sirens. I again dialed 911 and demanded to know where they were. It seemed like forever since I had made the first call. What was taking so long? The fire station was only four miles away!!??...I was shaking so badly at that point that it felt like I was going to jump out of my skin…”

Excerpts taken from Chapter 11, Yahweh Rophe (The LORD who Heals), in “Struck Down, But Not Destroyed.” Want to read the end of the miraculous story? Order at Lifeway.com, Amazon or Barnes & Noble. Available in paperback and on kindle.