Divine Intervention: How I Saved My Daughter from Tragedy
As a parent, there are moments of pure joy and challenges that come with the territory. However, there are also times when the line between reality and the supernatural seems to blur, as in my own experience with my children. In this story, I will share two instances where what felt like divine intervention played a crucial role in saving my daughter's life.
The Night of the Tangled Blanket
My journey with my first son was marked by several medical challenges and therapies. Looking back, I am grateful for the progress he has made, and even more so, I appreciate the reminders of how far we've come. My daughters, now grown, also present their own unique set of experiences. The first event I want to share took place with my youngest daughter on a cold winter night.
The girls shared a cozy room with twin beds, and we had established a routine that they almost never deviated from. One night, I tucked them in and read a story. The familiar bedtime sequence usually meant sound sleep. However, something felt off. I went to watch TV for a brief moment, just moments later, that still small voice whispered, 'Not yet. There’s more.'
Despite my initial dismissal, I ignored this feeling and kept checking in every few minutes. But this time, that inner voice wouldn’t let me go. My youngest daughter's quiet cries were all I needed to hear. The binding of her blanket had come loose, and it was wrapped tightly around her neck. If she hadn’t been a quick thinker and woke up, her condition could have led to a much worse outcome. I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for this moment of clarity that led to her salvation.
The Heart-Stopping Chase for Help
Fast forward a couple of years, and another close call unfolded at my brother’s house. The children were outside playing, their laughter echoing through the yard. I went to check on them and was met with a scene that sent shivers down my spine. My youngest daughter looked like she was in distress, looking like she was gagging. The words, "Are you choking?" escaped my lips almost before I realized it. By the time reality sank in, I had performed the Heimlich maneuver three times. A piece of dried venison sausage had lodged in her airway, and only divine grace allowed for a clean and unhindered breath.
This close call had repercussions on both her and me. She cried uncontrollably, and I was left with a profound sense of relief and awe. What was it that guided me to check on them again? Was it a mere fluke, or did I sense a need for intervention? Over the years, I’ve developed a trusting instinct, but these moments of clarity stand out. I believe it was divine intervention, prompted by that still small voice – my angel whispering in my ear.
Divine Intervention and Angelic Whisper
Since then, I've learned to listen more closely to those niggling feelings that tell me something is not right. If I had dismissed my instincts during that fateful night, the consequences could have been severe. While I trust my gut, those moments of acute awareness are now ascribed to divine intervention. I marvel at the little girl who felt the need to wake up to save herself and the grown daughter who, in yet another demonstration of divine providence, wouldn't have had her throat clear if I had not opened the door just then. Verily, angelic whispers can lead to miracles.