The Power of the Priesthood
I love to hear about other peoples lives. Call me nosey! I hope that no one is offended with this little post. I am wanting to talk about priesthood blessings, and I am going to share with you alot of personal experiences.
I am a firm believer in the power of a blessing. My parents joined the church when I was a year old. I grew up in a home where my father was a worthy priesthood holder and exercised his authority with love and wisdom. How thankful I am for that. I am also a firm believer that in order for you to be blessed, you have to believe. Here is my first example. My brother in law, is inactive in the church. He married a woman who has never been to church that I know of, and they gave birth to a beautiful boy. Unfortunately the birth was incredibly traumatic. My sister in law, died on the table, and was brought back to life amazingly. But my little sweet nephew was in the birth canal at the time and they were trying to save my SIL so he was without oxygen for an amazing amount of time. He survived to everyones amazement. But not without injury. He is now 6 years old, and gorgeous, but lives a terrible life. He is basically a vegetable, for lack of better term. He can't eat or swallow, or move. He has seizures and other health problems. He lies in a hospital bed, staring at the world. Because of him, my husband and i were married. I was there at his birth and drove Keith and his mom to the huge hospital that the air evac helicopter took Moses. My SIL was to ill to be moved. As I walked into the NICU ( consequently I used to work at the hospital so I knew my way around, etc) and I stood beside the bassinet and looked across it, I met the eyes of Keith and realized then and there that I was going to marry that man, and we were going to have gorgeous children of our own. I have such love for my little nephew. He was born for a reason. Because of this traumatic experience , his father, my BIL, remembered the gospel, for a time. He decided to have Moses named and blessed by my father. We were all very good friends. I wasnt able to be at the blessing because of my job at the time, but my parents stopped in and told me about it. Such amazing words were spoken. That Moses would live, and that he would be an active loving child, he would run and talk like any other boy, but that it was dependant on his parents faith.
Could you imagine hearing those words? They werent even sure that he was going to live one day, let alone to an age where you could walk. His parents were there, they heard these words. They heard that it was dependant on THEIR faith.
When Moses finally got out of the hospital, his parents sad to say, decided that it was just to much to have a kid like him. They have since divorced and only pretend at times to care about him, and they have received a large amount of money because of what happened. Neither of them have ever had to physically care for him, a nurse does 24 hours a day. When I hold this child in my arms, I weep for him, knowing that if he had just been born into a different family, things could be different for him. If his parents had faith. This is an example of a beautiful blessing, but no faith. We HAVE to remember to have faith. Their was a reason that this child was born, and suffers. He was born to get his Uncle Keith and Aunt Jaelle to stop beating around the bush and pronounce their love, lol, and he is an amazing example to so many. What a precious child in the sight of God.
I have seen so many miracles in my life. I should write a book! People wouldnt believe the things Ive been through! So many of these miracles were brought to pass through the priesthood. Almost every member of my family has been profoundly touched by a priesthood blessing. Im sure that given time, I will be able to say that about all of my children. I would like to share some experiences with you, to lift you up, and to bear my testimony of the priesthood and the power of blessings.
When I was 6 years old, my mom was having back pain, to the point she had to go to the dr. They were shocked at the x ray. Her spinal cord was wrapped around her lung. She had such severe scoliosis, it was going to kill her if they didnt act immediately. So she was rushed to Cleveland Hospital, and underwent a major operation . So major they didnt think she would make it. It was traumatic for me, who at 6 years old, knew that my mom was the world. She was everything to me. She was in the hospital for over 2 months, and my little sister and I were shipped to different loving families in our ward, and our grandparents and aunt. We were very well cared for, but it wasnt our mom. I remember seeing her for the first time in the hospital. My mom knew that we probably shouldnt see her like that, but she was just so thankful to be alive, and missed us so terribly, that she asked to see us. I was very unprepared for what I saw. In order to straighten her spine, the doctors had drilled two big screws into her temples and attached a metal "halo" and connected it to her spine. This kept it straight. I was completely unprepared and was traumatized. I screamed and ran out. It broke my mothers heart, and left a lifetime of scars for me. Long story short, she lived and was able to come home and raise her two little girls. She was amazing. The best mom ever. But I was traumatized and scarred. I developed a huge case of seperation anxiety, marked by throwing fits and crying and lying about illness just to stay home from school. I just knew that if I went to school, my mom would die. This continued until I was in 7th grade and my parents learned about homeschooling. What a relief. But it was always in the back of my mind that something like this could happen again. My absolute worst fear. That she would be sick again, or have to have surgery.
When I was 16, my absolute worst fear became a reality. Once again, my mother was in pain, to the point of needing major surgery. This time, they would take out the metal rods they had inserted into her back, clean them, replace them and then fuse her hips to them. Major surgery. She made it through the surgery as well as to be expected. My dad called my sister and I ( she was 12, I was 16) on the way home from the hospital 2 hours away, saying she did good, I will be home soon. Ten minutes later, we received another call. It was my dad again, he was turning around and going back to the hospital, the dr called him on his cell phone saying to get there as soon as possible. My mother was going back in for an emergency surgery. It seems that someone "forgot " to clean and sterilize the surgery room between surgeries. My mother had a fever of 107 and was in severe pain and they were taking her back in to find the source of infection. We found out that she had a staph infection. 5 emergency surgeries later, she was able to come home. I was 16 and suddenly responsible for a home, a family, and everything that goes with it, along with doing school, and caring for my very ill mother. It was extremely touch and go for 6 months. They didnt think she would live. I woke up each morning and started her iv antibiotics, and stayed with her, caring for her, and also the rest of the things I was suddenly in charge of. I honestly thought she wouldnt live, as did everyone else. She received a blessing. It said she would live. But she was dreadfully ill and in pain for about 2 months after that, and we all began to doubt the blessing. How could it be possible??? She was wasting away before our eyes, strapped to this huge hospital bed in our living room. Then we realized that we werent having faith. It didnt say, you will be healed instantly. We still had some trials to go through. My attitude changed, as did the rest of the families and my mom lived. She lived and one day, she got out of the bed. Slowly, she took back her life, and was cleaning the house, cooking meals, and helping me with school. Sadly, my moms battles are not over. She was just diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis this past month, and we are all trying to have faith once again.
I am a firm believer in the power of a blessing. My parents joined the church when I was a year old. I grew up in a home where my father was a worthy priesthood holder and exercised his authority with love and wisdom. How thankful I am for that. I am also a firm believer that in order for you to be blessed, you have to believe. Here is my first example. My brother in law, is inactive in the church. He married a woman who has never been to church that I know of, and they gave birth to a beautiful boy. Unfortunately the birth was incredibly traumatic. My sister in law, died on the table, and was brought back to life amazingly. But my little sweet nephew was in the birth canal at the time and they were trying to save my SIL so he was without oxygen for an amazing amount of time. He survived to everyones amazement. But not without injury. He is now 6 years old, and gorgeous, but lives a terrible life. He is basically a vegetable, for lack of better term. He can't eat or swallow, or move. He has seizures and other health problems. He lies in a hospital bed, staring at the world. Because of him, my husband and i were married. I was there at his birth and drove Keith and his mom to the huge hospital that the air evac helicopter took Moses. My SIL was to ill to be moved. As I walked into the NICU ( consequently I used to work at the hospital so I knew my way around, etc) and I stood beside the bassinet and looked across it, I met the eyes of Keith and realized then and there that I was going to marry that man, and we were going to have gorgeous children of our own. I have such love for my little nephew. He was born for a reason. Because of this traumatic experience , his father, my BIL, remembered the gospel, for a time. He decided to have Moses named and blessed by my father. We were all very good friends. I wasnt able to be at the blessing because of my job at the time, but my parents stopped in and told me about it. Such amazing words were spoken. That Moses would live, and that he would be an active loving child, he would run and talk like any other boy, but that it was dependant on his parents faith.
Could you imagine hearing those words? They werent even sure that he was going to live one day, let alone to an age where you could walk. His parents were there, they heard these words. They heard that it was dependant on THEIR faith.
When Moses finally got out of the hospital, his parents sad to say, decided that it was just to much to have a kid like him. They have since divorced and only pretend at times to care about him, and they have received a large amount of money because of what happened. Neither of them have ever had to physically care for him, a nurse does 24 hours a day. When I hold this child in my arms, I weep for him, knowing that if he had just been born into a different family, things could be different for him. If his parents had faith. This is an example of a beautiful blessing, but no faith. We HAVE to remember to have faith. Their was a reason that this child was born, and suffers. He was born to get his Uncle Keith and Aunt Jaelle to stop beating around the bush and pronounce their love, lol, and he is an amazing example to so many. What a precious child in the sight of God.
I have seen so many miracles in my life. I should write a book! People wouldnt believe the things Ive been through! So many of these miracles were brought to pass through the priesthood. Almost every member of my family has been profoundly touched by a priesthood blessing. Im sure that given time, I will be able to say that about all of my children. I would like to share some experiences with you, to lift you up, and to bear my testimony of the priesthood and the power of blessings.
When I was 6 years old, my mom was having back pain, to the point she had to go to the dr. They were shocked at the x ray. Her spinal cord was wrapped around her lung. She had such severe scoliosis, it was going to kill her if they didnt act immediately. So she was rushed to Cleveland Hospital, and underwent a major operation . So major they didnt think she would make it. It was traumatic for me, who at 6 years old, knew that my mom was the world. She was everything to me. She was in the hospital for over 2 months, and my little sister and I were shipped to different loving families in our ward, and our grandparents and aunt. We were very well cared for, but it wasnt our mom. I remember seeing her for the first time in the hospital. My mom knew that we probably shouldnt see her like that, but she was just so thankful to be alive, and missed us so terribly, that she asked to see us. I was very unprepared for what I saw. In order to straighten her spine, the doctors had drilled two big screws into her temples and attached a metal "halo" and connected it to her spine. This kept it straight. I was completely unprepared and was traumatized. I screamed and ran out. It broke my mothers heart, and left a lifetime of scars for me. Long story short, she lived and was able to come home and raise her two little girls. She was amazing. The best mom ever. But I was traumatized and scarred. I developed a huge case of seperation anxiety, marked by throwing fits and crying and lying about illness just to stay home from school. I just knew that if I went to school, my mom would die. This continued until I was in 7th grade and my parents learned about homeschooling. What a relief. But it was always in the back of my mind that something like this could happen again. My absolute worst fear. That she would be sick again, or have to have surgery.
When I was 16, my absolute worst fear became a reality. Once again, my mother was in pain, to the point of needing major surgery. This time, they would take out the metal rods they had inserted into her back, clean them, replace them and then fuse her hips to them. Major surgery. She made it through the surgery as well as to be expected. My dad called my sister and I ( she was 12, I was 16) on the way home from the hospital 2 hours away, saying she did good, I will be home soon. Ten minutes later, we received another call. It was my dad again, he was turning around and going back to the hospital, the dr called him on his cell phone saying to get there as soon as possible. My mother was going back in for an emergency surgery. It seems that someone "forgot " to clean and sterilize the surgery room between surgeries. My mother had a fever of 107 and was in severe pain and they were taking her back in to find the source of infection. We found out that she had a staph infection. 5 emergency surgeries later, she was able to come home. I was 16 and suddenly responsible for a home, a family, and everything that goes with it, along with doing school, and caring for my very ill mother. It was extremely touch and go for 6 months. They didnt think she would live. I woke up each morning and started her iv antibiotics, and stayed with her, caring for her, and also the rest of the things I was suddenly in charge of. I honestly thought she wouldnt live, as did everyone else. She received a blessing. It said she would live. But she was dreadfully ill and in pain for about 2 months after that, and we all began to doubt the blessing. How could it be possible??? She was wasting away before our eyes, strapped to this huge hospital bed in our living room. Then we realized that we werent having faith. It didnt say, you will be healed instantly. We still had some trials to go through. My attitude changed, as did the rest of the families and my mom lived. She lived and one day, she got out of the bed. Slowly, she took back her life, and was cleaning the house, cooking meals, and helping me with school. Sadly, my moms battles are not over. She was just diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis this past month, and we are all trying to have faith once again.
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