SUFFERING,
PRAYERS, AND MIRACLES
A Family Discovers God's
Healing Love
Jana
Alderfer
On one of the coldest days of
winter in 2005, my two sons, my sister,
and I returned home from a morning of
errands. My son Sam, then almost three,
asked if he could go on a quick sled ride
with his aunt before going inside for his
nap. I thought nothing of it being so
cold outside and agreed that one ride
would be okay.
Moments later, we found
ourselves scrambling to get Sam inside
and call 911. At the bottom of the small
hill in our yard, Sam sat on the sled,
unresponsive and stiff. It was clear that
something was very wrong. We raced inside
to get out of the coldme holding my
youngest son, then 10 months old, and my
sister cradling Sam.
The ambulances arrived,
and I sat amid the medics clapping and
yelling for Sam to "Wake up!" I
called my husband to meet us at the
hospital. At that moment everything was
so surreal. I wondered if this was really
happening.
It was
happening, and I prayed like I have never
prayed before. Silently, I cried out to
God to watch over my little boy while the
medics called for the Medevac helicopter,
because minutes later he was still not
responding.
After many tests at the
hospitalCAT scans, blood tests,
EEGs, and morewe were told Sam had
experienced a seizure, but no medical
reason was evident, nor did he have any
pre-existing condition. He had a 50-50
chance of having another seizure. Sam was
discharged the following day, December
14.
On December 15, Sam had
another seizure. I found myself in an
ambulance again pleading with God to
protect my son. The hospital observed
him, then discharged us only for us to
come back yet again the following
morning, December 16, because of a third
seizure.
Despite being put on
anti-seizure medication, we still were
not given any reason as to why this might
be happening to him. Over the next few
weeks and months, we found ourselves in
and out of hospitals, seeing specialists,
working with one medication after the
other (Sam was on eight different
medicines!), and becoming physically,
emotionally, and mentally drained.
My husband and I
constantly questioned, "Why
Sam?" We offered to trade places
with him if God would only let us. Why
was this happening? Why werent we
seeing any progress? Why couldnt
anybody give us answers? Why should
children have to suffer? The list goes
on.
We did everything we could for
Sam. We asked our church, our Sunday
school class, and everyone we knew to
pray intensely for him. They did,
constantly. Our friends, family, and
church put their prayers into action by
providing meals, child care, rides, and
more that helped sustain a healing
community around us.
We chose to combine
complementary (alternative) medicine with
allopathic (modern) medicine, even though
we didnt have a full understanding
how these therapies worked. We felt the
need to be faithful to Gods leading
even if it meant taking Sam to
appointments a couple times a week.
Amid the initial chaos
and adrenaline back on those December
days, I felt God. Weeks later, among all
the new medicines we were given to try,
each one causing its own set of problems
(loss of appetite, hallucinations, an
eight-day hospital stay for
pancreatitis), I no longer felt
Gods presence. It seemed as if God
had disappeared and we were alone despite
the outpouring of love we were receiving
from friends and family who cared for us
then.
Both my husband and I
struggled to find answers. Sometimes in
our struggle we were able to cling to
each other for support, but sometimes we
each felt alone.
Our faith was becoming
worn out through the days, weeks, and
months. It was incredibly difficult to
hold on to our belief that God loves
unconditionally when our child was
suffering. Our wandering minds began to
wonder if God had really forsaken us, yet
we were constantly reminded that
Gods ways are not always our ways.
Even when we couldnt feel it, we
were shown time and time again Gods
unconditional love and presence.
The days were long
during this time, and I found myself
craving something sacred even though I
had pushed God away. I picked up a few
self-help books on random spiritual
topics and constantly sought spiritual
advice from a few close friends. One of
the cards we received during this time
had this saying on the front: "In
the quiet moments when everything else
falls away, we see Jesus most clearly and
realize that He is nearer than we ever
knew."
I have often pondered
this. I dont know at what point it
happened, but one day during this time of
solitude, I discovered God again. Even
though I still felt somewhat lost and Sam
was still having seizures, I knew he
would eventually be all right, even if he
wasnt healed. Something resonated
within me as a mother, telling me that we
would make it through this. I began to
see light through the darkness.
It occurred to me that I was
being given a chance to learn something
remarkable. I had a choice. I could spend
my time and energy living in the
"Why us?" scenario. Or I could
accept what was happening and put my
energy into nurturing my family the best
way I knew. I just had to open myself to
receive the gifts in front of me. What
possibilities and blessings could they
offer me?
I began to look at
things a bit differently and was grateful
things were not worse. As I looked at the
other children we encountered in the
hospital, I started to really appreciate
my family and the life I have. I accepted
the reality of my life as it was. I
remember thinking, This is the life we
have been given, treasure it. I
started being completely present and
learned how to live in the "what
now" and "how" rather than
the "why." And I began to be
truly grateful for each piece of our
lives, no matter how small.
Early that spring, Sam
was supposed to go on a special diet to
help with his seizures. Our doctors, as
well as us, thought this diet would heal
Sam. This would be our miracle.
It turned out that the
diet was scheduled three different times
and all three times something happened to
postpone the diet. The first time, Sam
got pancreatitis just a few days before
we were to start it. The second time, his
seizure activity dramatically decreased.
The third time my grandfather, whom I was
very close to, died on the day Sam was to
be admitted. Clearly, God was trying to
tell us something. We just needed to
listen.
On a Friday in mid-May,
after five months of seizures, Sams
seizure activity began to change. After
having complementary therapy one day, he
went from around 15 seizures a day down
to just one or two. We couldnt
believe our eyes; surely we were missing
some! But were we?
By the following week, all
of his seizures and symptoms disappeared.
We, along with everyone we knew, prayed
for the miracle of healing and believe
God answered this prayer. We were
overwhelmed and began to overflow with
hope.
As we approach the second
anniversary of Sams first seizure,
he remains seizure-free. There is a small
part of me that still wonders why this
happened, but the bigger part of me lives
in the what and the how and trusts
Gods unconditional love.
I found a small framed
saying during those days of darkness,
which continues to hang in our hallway:
"Look for the small miracles and
youll find theyre
everywhere." I cling to this adage
even now, because I believe that even in
our suffering and struggles, we can come
to know God in a deeper way if we trust
in him. I am not saying its easy.
But in hindsight, I can see those small
miracles that proved God was still there,
even when we doubted.
Looking back, along the
way there there were many signs of
Gods warm grace extended through
people of faith. Sam had people who loved
him, visited him, and with whom he has
relationships that will sustain him
throughout life. We were given meals,
cards, babysitting, visits, and
transportation. We were led to a doctor
and complementary practitioner who really
cared about Sam and about us. And I
learned to slow down enough to have the
time to really play with my two sons.
A special blessing
during this time was meeting and
connecting with other families who had
special needs children and/or children
with seizure disorders. I connected with
one family in particular who also have a
young son with a seizure disorder. They
have been faithful to God and have also
tried various treatments, but their
outcome is differenttheir son
continues to struggle with seizures after
three years.
During our phone
conversation one day, that mother was
questioning why God chooses to heal some
children and not others. For that, I have
no answer. I too struggle with this. I
dont know why my son was healed and
hers was not. It is heart-wrenching to
have a conversation with someone still on
the other side while knowing that you are
no longer there.
This is the hard part
now and the part that still affects us,
even though our son has been healed. It
is the part that helps us remember what
we went through and remain grateful for
his healing. It is the part that helps us
empathize and connect with others who are
suffering.
So it is with gratitude
that I can say this: As much as I hated
what we went through, I cannow see the
gifts God was providing us with all
along. Ultimately, it was not about
whether or not Sam was healed. It was
about finding God amid chaos and waiting
in hope.
Jana Alderfer,
Harleysville, Pennsylvania,is a
self-employed mother of two children and
member of Salford Mennonite Church. She
hopes someday to use this experience with
Sam to help others.
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