Sitting here, sipping morning tea and reflecting on years past, I wonder how GOD must have a purpose for my life. I do that often these twilight mornings, still striving to learn His plan, both from the beginning and even now. For some time the “nudge” has grown to share these life events and how both the good and bad have shaped me to become a friend of Jesus. It is my hope that even one reader may be inspired…

The baby boy came into the world in great danger. Mom had a blood disorder, causing damage to the fetus. The hospital reported, after examining the little boy, there was nothing they could do. Dad refused the diagnosis, so armed with a hospital phone book and the little boy wrapped in blankets, they hit the streets, driving to each doctor’s address around town, in hope there was someone who could help. This wasn’t the only battle taking place this night for the little boy’s grandmother and fellow church members prayed through the night for God to intervene.

The last doctor in the phone book told dad about a new doctor, just starting out after Medical school and training. This doctor had learned the latest procedures. With hope, mom and dad drove the little boy to the young doctor’s home in the middle of the night. On answering the door, the doctor having heard their situation, sent them to the hospital to meet him there. The angels must have heard the Father say “not just yet, my child”. Using a brand new procedure never before tried, the baby boy was saved.

And so starts the journey…