I Was Sent Home to Die: A Miracle Baby Testimony of God’s Faithfulness
How do I know God is real? People often ask me that, and my answer is simple: I’ve seen too much not to believe. My life is a living testimony to the power of God, a story that began in 1967 with a "terminal" prognosis, but ended in a miracle.
If you are looking for proof of God’s existence or struggling with faith, I hope my story shows you that He is real, He is a healer, and He holds you in the palm of His hand.
Sent Home to Die at 3 Weeks Old
I was born at just 3lb 11oz in 1967. Within three weeks, my situation was dire. I was losing 3 ounces of liquid for every 2 ounces I drank—projectile vomiting everything. The doctors finally gave up.
They sent me home with my parents with a devastating verdict: "There is nothing more we can do. Take her to those you want to see her."
They expected me to die within days.
A Grandma’s Love and a Supernatural Cure
My parents took me to my Great Grandmother Mary. When she saw my condition, she didn’t lose hope. She turned to my Great Grandpa and said, "Go out to that barn and get that fresh cream for this baby."
She fed me 4 ounces of that fresh, raw cream mixed with a little Karo light corn syrup.
For the first time in three weeks, I didn't throw up. I slept for so long—safely nestled in a shoebox because I was too small for a crib—that my family worried I had passed away. But I believe I was just nestled in Jesus’ arms, getting the rest my body so desperately needed.
The Doctors Were Astonished
A few months later, I returned for a follow-up appointment. The doctors, who didn't think I would make it to that appointment, were absolutely astonished. They thought I was a different baby. I didn’t even look the same.
God did that. Only God did that.
My parents had no knowledge of holistic, natural healing, nor did they have the money to pursue expensive follow-ups. They had only the basic tools, and God brought the healing.
From Survival to Abundant Life
That spark of life was given to me by God, but my early years were marked by a difficult childhood. While I was physically rescued, I grew up feeling unwanted, hated, and a burden. At six months, I was left with an aunt for nearly a year. Later, I was left with another family, Ann & Perry, for another year.
Yet, despite being passed around, I was always introduced to Jesus during those times. God was ensuring I heard His name, even in the midst of trauma.
A Message for You
Looking back, I can see that the enemy tried to take me out before I even had a chance to start. But God is greater.
If you are struggling to believe in a higher power, or if you are facing a medical situation where the doctors have said, "there is nothing more we can do," I encourage you to hold on.
- Never underestimate the power of prayer: God is a heart-fixer and a doctor in the sick room.
- You are not a burden: You are loved, and your life has purpose, regardless of what you were told.
- God brings the beauty from the ashes: He took my broken beginnings and turned them into a testimony of His love.
I am still standing. That is all the proof I need.
