Why is it that when we go through bad times is that when we remember to pray?, we all have had unfortunate moments in our lives where we think that God is being unfair to us; on one occasion, so many things came over me that I couldn't take it anymore, I felt like fainting, I remember that the last thing that happened in that chain of terrible events was that my mother ended up hospitalized, just out of the blue she was fine in my house sharing a meal, when suddenly she got a sharp pain in her stomach that nothing could calm her down.
That night I took her to the clinic, and they had to operate her in emergency, she had an intestinal obstruction, after several hours in the operating room, the doctors informed us that everything had gone well, but that she would spend the night in recovery, and we couldn't see her yet, that night I stayed with my dad, my uncles and cousins who were accompanying me, and suddenly we saw how several doctors began to run into the intensive care room, after a while a doctor came out and called my dad alone, and when I realize I see my dad falling to the floor crying, while my relatives fearing the worst began to cry too.
My reaction was to approach to see what was happening, I asked the doctor what was going on, she told me that my mom was in critical condition, and we should prepare for the worst, at that moment I told her that she should immediately call her surgeon doctors, who operated her to check on her, and that from now on she was going to talk to me as I am the daughter, since my dad was suffering from high blood pressure, and if something happened to him, it would be her responsibility. Then I turned to my uncles and cousins and told them that no one should be crying, since my mother was not dead, that we should all pray for her so that she would recover with God's favour, that this was how it was going to be!
Within minutes her doctors arrived and went in to attend to my mother, I do not deny that although I appeared strong to calm my father, inside I was too worried and nervous, I decided to go down to a chapel that was in the clinic, I remember that my aunt was with me and we both began to pray for my mother's health, I remembered of all the moments of happiness that we had lived together, which passed through my mind as if it were a movie, I felt that it was not fair, that my mother left us at that moment of life where her daughters needed her so much, I wanted her to meet the grandchildren, that she had not been able to give her yet, and I also thought about how much my father would miss her.
We were there for about an hour, and when we went upstairs the doctors were still in the intensive unit care, then I found out that she had an internal effusion, and they had to suture again, when the doctors came out of intensive care, one of them approached me, and told me that they had already done everything necessary, and now we had to wait for her values to stabilize, I asked him to come in to see my mother, and when I went in she was asleep and intubated, I took her hand and put a stamp of Doctor José Gregorio Hernández and told her that I loved her, in the room I noticed that there was also a nurse near a shelf of medicines, and when I left her cubicle I felt that someone passed near me, so I turned and saw that a doctor came in, I only saw him in his back with his white coat and black hair checking the devices where my mother was connected, I stopped and wait to ask him when he came out how she was progressing, so I approached to the cubicle again and opened the curtain, there was only my mother and the nurse, I asked her for the doctor who had entered, and she told me that no one had entered after me.
At that moment I knew that he had been Doctor José Gregorio Hernández who had heard my prayers, I finally felt peace and tranquillity in my body; That early morning was the longest of my life my aunt accompanied me, since only 2 people could stay in the hallway of the clinic, the next morning my mother regained consciousness and woke up and was recovering little by little until she was discharged, I thanked God and his messenger Doctor José Gregorio Hernández for the miracle he had done to me, and since that day, I entrust myself to him, the faith I felt that day made me trust that my mother would recover, and she did, so I can tell you that if you are going through a moment of despair, trust in God and pray with conviction, because when you ask from the bottom of your heart, miracles happen, I am very grateful to my friend @lisbethseijas for the invitation to talk about my experience with miracles, she got inspired in a publication of the friend @yolimarag, I hope you like it, until a new opportunity.
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