Monday, April 25, 2011
A Story of Miracles
One evening, shortly after his twelfth birthday, my son was riding his bike home for dinner. Being a bit of a daredevil, like his father, he pedaled hard down the hill of his friend’s back yard and picking up speed, jumped, pulling the bike up into the air, to soar over the three-foot tall weeds by the side of the road. He cleared the weeds and flew right into the path of an oncoming SUV. After hitting the front of the car, bouncing up onto the hood, and then down to the ground, my son lay motionless in the middle of the road.
In hysterics, the woman driving the vehicle called 911 and then called the church she and her children were on their way to, asking them to pray for my son. He hadn’t secured his helmet and even though the vehicle was going only twenty-six miles per hour when they collided, the impact was enough to induce instant coma. He was taken by helicopter to Children’s Hospital but the head trauma was too great and my little boy was pronounced brain-dead the following day.
The woman driving the car and her church prayed diligently for me as I began the unthinkable task of learning to live life without my son. In fact, many people told me that they were praying for me, but being an atheist, I really didn’t understand what prayer could do.
I share this story because it’s the story God has given me to tell. The Lord has pulled me out of complete despair and brokenness, renewed me with grace and blessing, healed me completely, and reconciled two people whom the world would never believe could ever be reconciled. From beginning to end, my story is one of the miracle and grace of a great and merciful God – of a loving and powerful God who cares for each one of us so much that he sent his Son to save us and gave his Spirit to guide and heal us so that we may come to know him personally and love him deeply.
About the pictures:
Deer Lake Park, PA (October 2009)
Posted by Maureen Profeta