As my body lie motionless on the ICU bed, with wires, cords and tubes strewn about my chest, my blood pressure was dropping rapidly, my pulse was fading and what faint heart beat that was detectable was stimulated by the pace maker in my chest.  My cardiac function went to zero; I had no blood pressure, my skin color cycling to darker shades of blue until I was purple from the neck up.  Then the call went out, “Code Blue ICU”, in the natural they were loosing hope, in the supernatural new life was a faith filled prayer away.

 

I cried out for prayer a question came back , “Which God?”, my direct response was, “I love you Jesus, I love you Jesus”, over and over.  In the natural I was not able to express an audible response as my physical body faded away. My spirit man was loud and clear professing my love for my Lord, Master and Savior Jesus Christ.  At that time the tide of the battle was about turn.  I was at the end of me, an empty vessel ready to receive all that God had in store for me.  At that moment I felt a surge pulling me towards the light, breaking the bondage of the downward suction.  That pull was the hand of Jesus breaking the grip death had on me. Faith filled prayer gave me access to the power of life over death.  This is the same authority God promises all believers that do not doubt.

 

This is where God gave me the victory, but the battle was not yet over.  Jesus passed the mantle to His people, people of faith, love and courage.  As I continued struggling to the light, using the Spirit to guide my effort and Jesus love to sustain my strength, another instinct triggered.  I cried out for the greatest gift God has given me, my strength, my helpmate, my loving wife Monica.  The cry in my spirit now was now redirected from Him to her.  “Monica, I love you, Monica, I love you” over and over again.  My words were now slightly audible; this shout in my spirit was now matched by a faint crackled voice.  Monica incredibly was within ear shot of my request and the nursing staff that was closest to me cried out for her to join me at my bedside.

 

What an incredible woman of strength, not just a strong woman. Imagine what she is now seeing, her life partner, provider, solid oak; lying motionless with a blue complexion and connected to alarming life support systems. Her love, faith and positive expectation of a victory in this battle bolstering my spirit. As my heart reached out for her, my hand followed and at that moment I pierced the light and I broke through the darkness.   The first physical memory I have is of Monica, staring down at me with tears streaming down her face declaring her love for me.  Her spirit pouring out faith and love to my spirit man.  Each audible exchange of our love and faith in Him lifted me, pulled my body up into the light and through the portal.  As her loving words continued to feed my spirit my physical body regained its vitality and all signs of life were restored to normal.

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