Me & My Son

“BANG!” God showed up!  All of a sudden He put inside of me the truth of my motivation."

Terry is 22 years old now (Oct, 00).  We adopted him in 78.  He was premature and had to stay in the hospital a few weeks to make the 5lb weight limit to go home.  He was our 2nd child. 

Jennifer was 5 and hyperactive and difficult so we had delayed adding to our family.  Susan, my wife, was very afraid that Terry would be difficult as well.  The first few days were idyllic but then what Susan feared most happened.  He began to cry incessantly particularly at night.  She was not getting any sleep.  It was miserable.  I prayed.  I took little Terry to the altar and had him prayed for.  I had the elders of the church come and pray for him.  I knew God could heal him, I didn't know why he hadn't. 

I remember driving to Lakeland for work.  I was listening to Chuck Swindoll, who is a famous pastor who's on the radio.  I like him very much and was in the habit of listening to him.  I worked a long day selling watch bands to various jewelers in the center of the state and came home rather late and that same program was being rebroadcast.  I remember changing stations but nothing was on so I listened again.  The message hadn't been remarkable in the morning but I listened again.  I wasn't far from home when I heard Chuck tell about his daughter breaking her arm and spoiling his summer vacation plans. 

BANG, God showed up!  All of a sudden He put inside of me the truth of my motivation.  I really wanted Terry healed so I could go on being great Greg.  I wasn't concerned about Him at all, I wanted him healed because he was inconvenient just like Chuck's daughter. 

Then the Lord put in my spirit the cause of Terry's illness.  He downloaded into me that he had been carried by a 14 year old who had hidden her pregnancy all the way to delivery.  Terry had picked up the spirit of rejection.  He also put in my spirit the cure.  I knew that I was to carry him (like in pregnancy) myself.  I was to lavish on him unconditional love. 

I came running in the house, "Susan, I heard from God, Terry's going to be healed." 

She didn't meet me with much other than "Right, show me.  I'm exhausted, I don't need promises, I need help!" 

That night when he started to cry I leaped out of bed empowered by God.  I rocked him, loved him, sang to him.  When I held him he was stiff, like he was fearful, I could feel that spirit of rejection in him.  It didn't take long maybe a few nights and he melted into my arms.  I cried and sang, laughed and danced with him on my shoulder.  He changed.  I carried him just like God had told me to do.  He changed into this delightful happy baby.  In fact in the nursery the teenage girls would fight to see who would get him because he was so happy.  He always had a smile.  He changed from a miserable child on what they called liquid gold formula for those allergic to everything to an absolutely joyful healthy, hungry little guy.

Praise God!