Witnessing God’s Wondrous Protection by Faith

That thing has been unforgettable during the 40 years of my belief in the Lord. Whenever I think about it, I sincerely thank and praise the Lord.

That happened in the morning on 18 February 1990, and I was seven months pregnant at that time. Suddenly, I felt intermittent pain and hurriedly asked my husband to invite a birth attendant, who helped me give birth to a girl later. Normally, the placenta would fall off immediately after birth, but my placenta stayed attached and the attendant had nothing to do with it.

My family had to invite a doctor ten miles away. After the doctor touched my belly, he said there was another baby. Due to the obstructed labor, my face was yellow, and my life hung by a thread. Looking at my lifeless body, my family was so anxious. But I felt calm in my heart and feared nothing, because I had faith to rely on God. Some verse occurred to my mind, “They that trust in the LORD shall be as mount Zion, which cannot be removed, but stays for ever. As the mountains are round about Jerusalem, so the LORD is round about his people from now on even for ever” (Psalm 125:1-2). I could clearly feel that God was there for me, and without His permission, I wouldn’t die.

The clock was ticking away. When the fetus moved into position for delivery, the feet were present first, then the fetus continued to move, during the process I felt wrenching pain and kept moaning with that pain, from 10 am to 3 pm. After the birth, I was lying there, as if I had already died. But I was still thankful to God for protecting me.

On the third morning after the birth, my husband went out to buy medicine for me to make milk. Before that, he asked my neighbor to feed my two daughters. One daughter was eating properly, but the other one didn’t know how to eat. Before, I heard that the infant would easily get tooth problems if he didn’t suckle milk, and the solution was to wipe his mouth with saline. At that moment, there was no one else at home, so without thinking too much, I went to the kitchen for salt, wearing thin pajamas and slippers. It was already 10 o’clock after everything was done and the children fell asleep; then I was lying on bed resting.

But when I was about to get up for dinner, I just couldn’t get up no matter how hard I tried. I thought I was too tired after taking care of the children, so I had another rest. But my body was getting stiff; no matter how hard I tried, I still couldn’t get up. I was trying to scoop the food up, but I couldn’t open my mouth when I brought the food to my lips. I finally realized the severity of the issue. Did I get postpartum chills because of catching a chill while taking care of the children? If that was true, it was so bad. Some people died from it, and some ended up with serious sequelae. I began to feel afraid. One of my daughters still didn’t know how to eat; if I was struck down, how about my two little children? I felt so anxious, and then asked my ten-year-old son to find his aunt and ask her to invite the famous doctor in that area.

Soon after, my sister-in-law and the doctor all came to my home. The doctor dragged my arm to the bedside with his strength and took my pulse. After quite a while, the doctor frowned and had a serious expression. He said nothing but went out directly. He told my situation to my family. I wanted to know my situation, and I couldn’t hear what he said. I was feeling a bit down, because they discussed it behind my back and that was not a good sign. Obstructed labor and postpartum chill—Was I got another incurable disease? In that case, what could I do with my children? That was so excruciating. I anxiously hoped that my husband could come back home soon and take medicine for me.

But he was back until it was dark, and the pharmacy was already closed. I had to wait until the next day. But at 8:00 pm, my condition was getting worse: I felt all my muscles were contracting and my body got stiffer. I tried to turn over, and I couldn’t move at all. I had no way to get the least bit of relief. All I could do was resign.
My husband asked me how I was feeling, I replied helplessly, “I am waiting to die.”

He said, “In the past, when you served the Lord, you healed many people by praying for them. You get sick yourself, but you lose faith?”

I said feebly, “I have a very serious illness. How can I have faith when I am going to die?”

He continued to say, “The Lord Jesus said in Matthew 17:20, ‘Because of your unbelief: for truly I say to you, If you have faith as a grain of mustard seed, you shall say to this mountain, Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible to you.” Everything is in God’s hands. As long as we have faith in God, we can overcome any difficulties. Let’s pray to the Lord by faith, and He will surely hear our prayers and cure you.”

Hearing what he said, I thought, before, I prayed to the Lord by relying on His words in the name of the Lord, and many people were recovered from their illnesses. Even for some illnesses that hospitals had nothing to do with, the Lord Jesus also cured them. How could I lose faith in Him when I got sick? Wasn’t my illness in His hands? Thinking of all this, I prayed to the Lord, and after that I felt very much at ease, no longer worrying about my illness.

Gradually, I felt my body becoming soft, and began to sweat. My body was much more relaxed and flexible. I knew that the Lord already listened to my prayer, and He was protecting me with His power. Soon after, I was inspired in my heart, “Just sit up.” I followed the guidance of the Holy Spirit, and amazingly, I just sat up and then stood like a normal person, without feeling stiff at all. I was inspired again, “Take a few steps.” So I walked around my bedroom. I finally could walk. I was so thrilled. That was because of the Lord’s deeds. It was the Lord who stretched out His hands of salvation. I excitedly thanked the Lord. If the Lord Jesus was by my side at that moment, I would definitely fall down before Him and throw myself into His arm, saying, “My dear Lord, loving Savior, I will rely on You forever.”

At 5 am the next morning, my husband was going to buy medicine for me. I told him happily, “After I prayed, my body became soft, and gradually I could sit, stand, and even walk.” My husband was so delighted and surprised after hearing what I said.

Later, my sister-in-law told me that the doctor actually told them that if the medicine didn’t work, they could stop spending more money curing me, and he also showed a gesture of death. She also said my recovery was all because of the Lord’s grace and His great power. I couldn’t agree with her more and said excitedly, “God loves people so much. Thank and praise the Lord.”

I could recover from the serious illness. This allowed me to taste the Lord Jesus’ extraordinary power. With man, it is impossible, but with God, all things are possible. When I had a difficult delivery, I successfully gave birth by trusting and relying on God; later I got serious postpartum chill, and even the doctor sentenced me to death, but when I prayed to the Lord by faith, He removed my illness; I couldn’t move at all and was completely stiff, but later I could walk normally and had no sequelae. Everything was because of God’s almightiness. Just as the Lord said, “I am the resurrection, and the life” (John 11:25). That is so true. Without the Lord Jesus’ timely rescue, I would have become a disabled person, or have already died. I witnessed the Lord’s great power with my eyes and confirmed that man’s life and death are truly in God’s hands. Thank and praise the Lord.