In June of 1989, my husband found a unique way to celebrate our first wedding anniversary. He had a heart attack. I remember coming home from work to find the paramedics surrounding my husband, who just stared at me but could not speak due to the pain he was in. That’s a memory one does not soon forget. It was determined that he would have an angioplasty, which was intended to break through the blockage in his heart. We were both scared to death. The morning of the surgery, we woke up early to prepare for the trip to the hospital. I remember being in the bathroom, putting my face on. Mid-stroke, I suddenly felt a chill that went right through me, from top to bottom. I stared into the mirror in a moment of frozen stupor and then went to find Walt. I found him dressing, and I said, “Honey, I’m not sure why, but I just absolutely know that you will be fine. I feel absolutely SURROUNDED by God’s spirit. I can feel people praying for you!” It was about a minute later that the phone rang. It was one of our good friends in Hong Kong, Ron. Ron said, “I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve asked a few of my international buddies to pray for you today….” The phone rang again, and it was another friend from our church. She told me that the entire prayer chain was praying for us. I said, “I know!”
The procedure started out well, but due to complications, ended up in a double-bypass surgery. However, the bypass was successful and that dear heart has been beating ever since.
The power of prayer is a mighty thing. I’ve seen it first hand. Believe!
