It's also a pretty long, but amazing story of God's mercy and provision...so I had to break it into parts. Here's part 2.
Part 1 is here.
We made it in to see the doctor at 9 a.m. By the time the doctor checked her, she was fine. Her oxygen levels were near perfect. She couldn't produce a cough if you brib
ed her with a cupcake. And I sat there in the doctor's office...angry. I was so incredibly angry. The doctor said we did everything right. These attacks come out of nowhere. Keep doing what we're doing.
And I thought, "yeah, right...that was terrifying...I don't know that any of us ever want to do that again...we did everything right, and we still felt like we were losing her...even prescription medicine nearly failed her (and already had in my mind)..."
And here's what He said, "You asked me to heal her. You asked me to heal her. And now you're angry at me?"
His healing didn't match the image in my head. His healing wasn't grand or spectacular in the ways that I as a human thinks of grand and spectacular. There were no choirs singing. And yet, when I think about it...HE spared her life. HE did something miraculous. HE healed her.
Her living and breathing should have been enough for me to be praising Him and thanking Him. I think my fear of losing her, of not being able to help her, of watching her almost suffocate had left me angry.
On the way home I remembered that a friend knew someone who worked in a healing ministry and could get us in to a healing service where people would lay hands on her and intercede on her behalf. I called her and asked her to help me...that we needed to take Wonder Woman. I went home and told Amazing Husband that I wanted to go to this service. And he said he would go too.
Before the service even began, a prayer team leader approached us and took Amazing Husband and Wonder Woman into another room. A crowd of people circled her and prayed over her and lifted her up to Ultimate Healer. Amazing Husband says he has never experienced anything like it before, and Wonder Woman says she felt like something was whooshing through her body.
And before the service even began...we had our miracle. We all knew it. She knew it, even though she was only 6 years old at the time.
She hasn't had an asthma attack since that long night in April 2011. She's barely had a cough. She's healed. I pray that one day she will tell her powerful story of God's healing in her body and her life...and that she will pray for others the way she was prayed for June 10, 2011.
We thank God daily for healing her. We thank God for the miracle and the gift of her life.
I really think God healed her the night of the awful attack. I think I doubted that my prayers would reach the heavens, so I wanted someone more holy than me to pray on her behalf...as if God only hears prayers from certain people. That was (and is) a lie from the enemy. That is what the enemy does...he whispers lies to us to stop us from communicating with our Heavenly Father...to make us feel ineffective, that God won't hear us or that we're not good enough to do anything.
Even though I have failed a thousand-million-trillion times, my God still knows my voice. He hears my cries and answers my prayers. Not in the way that I think He will, but He answers me always.
He knows me. He knows me...and He loves me. And He loves you, too.