Christian Testimony - My Premature Baby Weighing 3.3 Pounds Was Out of Danger
By Liu Tian
“Ding — ” The bell rang and class was over. Soon, my son was running to me, with big smiles on his little face. Parents waiting for their kids at the gate of the kindergarten began to buzz. “Is he the kid weighing only 1.5 kilograms at birth you often talk about?” “Yeah. He is even taller than some other kids of his age.” “He is quite clever, without any disability.” One of them came to pat me on the shoulder and said, “You must be kind-hearted and have done considerable good deeds in your past life, so your kid can grow healthily.
In my village there are two premature babies. One has cerebral palsy and the other can’t walk….” After I heard these words, waves of warmth swept through me: As for why my son can live safely and healthily, it’s not owing to my kindness or my good deeds in my past life, but to the marvelous salvation of the Master of our fate, Almighty God. At that moment, scenes that happened several years ago began replaying in my mind like a movie …
Ever since I got married, I had been occupied in working to earn money. One day after working extra hours, I dragged my weary body home. The moment I entered the house, my mother-in-law (already a believer in Almighty God then) came up and said solicitously, “You’re not off duty today? You came back so late. Your sister-in-law and her friends had waited for you for another afternoon. They didn’t leave till it was dark.” I said, “Oh, I worked overtime today. They wanted to talk to me?” She continued, “They wanted to talk to you about belief in God again — ” Alas! Belief in God again. “I see, I see,” I interrupted her impatiently. “They have good intention and it’s a good thing to believe in God. But I’m rather busy these days and I can’t spare any time. Tell them not to come again for it..” She was about to speak, then bit back her words. To evade her gaze, I knocked on my dizzy head. I thought: Our unit is about to open up a new supermarket and my boss is scouting for a foreman. It’s a fat job. Once taking it, not only can I tower above the rest, but also I can earn twice the salary of any other worker. As long as I can obtain that position, what does it matter if I work extra shifts on end? Besides, in this money-centered times, which, among seeing a doctor, supporting a family, and making a living, can go on without money? I must work hard for money and power when I am still young. If I own them, I will have everything …”
After some effort, I became the forewoman of the supermarket as I wished. Besides a high income, I also received my leaders’ approval and my colleagues’ admiration, so my vanity was greatly satisfied. At the time of gaining both fame and wealth, I was told that I was pregnant. At that moment, I felt even more that I was the happiest person in the world. Gradually, the cozy life made me forget all about my sister-in-law asking me to believe in God.
However, none of one’s life was that smooth; I was not an exception. One night when I was seven months pregnant, I had severe pain in my belly and my family rushed me to the hospital at once. After an examination, the doctor said to us in a reproachful tone, “Why did you send her here so late? Her waters have already broken. The baby may not survive. Be hospitalized quickly, or the mother’s life will also be in danger!” Hearing what the doctor said, I was stunned for several seconds. As I touched my swollen belly, I was seized by an awful sense of fear, and thought: “How could this happen? Isn’t my due date in more than two months? If anything unexpected happened to my baby….” I did not dare to think further but could only shed tears uncontrollably. Seeing my sad look, my mother comforted me, “Don’t cry. The medicine is so advanced, and the medical equipment is so much. So your baby will surely be fine.” Her words put my mind at ease slightly and I thought, “Mom is right. As long as my baby can be healthy, I don’t care about the expenses, even using up my money. It’s no big deal. My husband and I can still earn it then.”
Subsequently, I was pushed into the delivery room and several hours later, my baby was born, 1.5 kilograms in weight. Then I heard a doctor urging a nurse, “Notify her family quickly: Ready to get the baby transferred! It’s too fragile!” The nurse rushed out instantly. The doctors began to talk, “The baby is too small. I’m afraid his life is already in danger.” “Yeah, he should be transferred to the city hospital as soon as possible.” I raised my head with all my might to look in the direction of my baby, but could only see that several faint cries later, he was taken away by my flurried family. My heart was empty at once, “I even hadn’t taken a glance of him before he was taken away! What will happen to him?”
When I was pushed back to my ward, I fell into a deep and heavy sleep. After I woke up, I found beside every mother there was a healthy baby and that the whole family were surrounding the baby happily, but looking at my side…. A sense of desolation washed over me, “How I wish to have a look at my baby! How is he now?” In order not to concern my parents, I hid in the quilt to send messages to my husband every several minutes, asking him about my baby. He was always comforting me, “Our baby is fine.” Without seeing my baby personally, I just couldn’t feel at ease.
At noon of the third day, I woke to find myself alone in the ward. Outside the door came an indistinct talk between my parents and parents-in-law, “The hospital has already given us the notice of critical condition three times. They asked us to prepare for the worst. There seems not much hope.” The word, like a sharp knife, stabbed me and I felt spasms of pain in my heart…. But I went on to hear what they said, “The doctors said even if the baby could survive, they still couldn’t guarantee he would be healthy.” “Can’t be healthy? In that case, he would suffer all his life. …” As I heard this, I felt each of their words stabbed deep into my heart. There was no way that I could accept this reality, “Is there really not any possibility for my baby to be saved?” Thinking of this, the sadness from my heart could no longer be restrained, and with an “Ah!” I cried out loudly. Immediately my parents all ran in to console me, while I hid in the quilt, my body trembling sharply and my tears flowing freely. Helplessness, panic and despair all enveloped me, and almost suffocated me. On thinking that all the toys and clothes that I had prepared for my baby would be useless…. It was at that moment that I felt: In front of the life that was slipping away, money and fame are not worth mentioning at all! What’s the use of having so much money? It can merely buy material things but can’t save my baby. … The night deepened. But as long as I closed my eyes, my baby’s faint cries would resound in my ears, and it hurt me so much that I had to wake again. I just could not help thinking, “Seven months my baby has accompanied me, but not even once have I seen him. What I can remember are only his tiny, faint cries….” My heart twitched and I cried repeatedly, “Who … can come … to save my baby? … Anybody … to save him….” Throughout the night, I was tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
The next morning, my mother-in-law came with her eyes red and swollen from crying. She sat at my bedside, saying, “Let’s commit your baby to God! God presides over the fate of all of us mankind. Your baby’s life is also in God’s hands….” Looking at her look as sad as mine, I thought, “Even the doctors and the specialists have no way to save my baby, can God really have solutions? Can God really save my baby?” In a daze and helpless, I nodded my acquiescence. Two days later, my mother-in-law came from the municipal hospital and said to me happily, “Your baby can eat food now….” How incredible her words sounded! But they really set my mind somewhat at ease, so that I breathed a long sigh of relief. Even more unexpectedly, ever since the day I agreed to commit my baby to God, news came continually from the hospital that my baby was on the mend, and only ten days later, he was brought home safe and sound. When my mother-in-law witnessed my reunion with my baby, her tears kept streaming down and she said excitedly, “This baby is bestowed by God! He is bestowed by God! The day we received the notice of critical condition, I prayed to Almighty God for a whole night….” What she said touched my heart deeply and I recalled what had happened all these days. Suddenly, I remembered she once said, “God presides over the fate of all of us mankind!” and I couldn’t help wondering: What kind of God is the God that she believes in? How should He have such great power?
Out of curiosity, I opened the book Selections of the Records of the Three Stages of God’s Work she gave me. When I read the story of the Israelites going through the Red Sea and the story of the prophet Daniel, I was greatly astonished: God should have divided the sea, and after Moses led the Israelites safely through the Red Sea, God should have reunited the sea and drowned the Egyptian army. In the lions’ den when Daniel prayed to God, the hungry lions should not have eaten him. From the stories I realized this: Man’s life and death has nothing to do with himself or with his wealth, because all things are in the hands of God, and whether living or dead, they are maneuvered, arranged, and decided by God. In grave peril, neither money nor status can save man; the most precious thing is gaining God’s care and protection, and as long as man prays and calls out to God sincerely, God will lead man through his difficulties. At that time, my heart just could not calm down for a long time. From these true stories and my own experience, I witnessed God’s authority and great power, and truly saw that everything of man is under God’s sovereignty.
Afterward, I read the following words of God saying, “Mankind does not know who is the Sovereign of all things in the universe, much less does he know the beginning and future of mankind. Mankind merely lives, perforce, amidst this law. None can escape it and none can change it, for among all things and in the heavens there is but One from everlasting to everlasting who holds sovereignty over everything. He is the One who has never been beheld by man, the One whom mankind has never known, in whose existence mankind has never believed, yet He is the One who breathed the breath into mankind’s ancestors and gave life to mankind. He is the One who supplies and nourishes mankind for its existence, and guides mankind up to the present day. Moreover, He and He alone is whom mankind depends on for its survival. … Regardless of whether you are able to recognize the deed of God, and irrespective of whether you believe in the existence of God, there is no doubt that your fate lies within the ordination of God, and there is no doubt that God will always hold sovereignty over all things. His existence and authority are not predicated upon whether or not they can be recognized and comprehended by man. Only He knows man’s past, present and future, and only He can determine the fate of mankind” (“Man Can Only Be Saved Amidst the Management of God” in Selections of the Records of the Three Stages of God’s Work). “The Almighty has mercy on these people who suffer deeply. At the same time, He is fed up with these people who have no consciousness, because He has to wait too long for the answer from humans. … He is watching by your side, waiting for you to turn back. He is waiting for the day your memory suddenly recovers: becoming conscious of the fact that you came from God, somehow and somewhere once lost, falling unconscious on the roadside, and then, unknowingly having a father. You further realize that the Almighty has been watching there, awaiting your return all along. He longs bitterly, waiting for a response without an answer. His watching is priceless and is for the heart and the spirit of humans. Perhaps this watching is indefinite, and perhaps this watching is at its end. But you should know exactly where your heart and spirit are now” (“The Sighing of the Almighty” in Selections of the Records of the Three Stages of God’s Work).
God’s words opened the door of my heart. In the past, God had sent my sister-in-law and her friends to preach the gospel to me again and again, but running about wildly in the social trend of “Money is everything”, I rejected God’s salvation repeatedly, even pleading that I must earn enough money at the moment and would believe in God when I was free. However, when my baby lay between life and death, but money and all material things were powerless to save him, it was Almighty God who comforted my heart. The scene of my mother-in-law saying with heartfelt appreciation, “This baby is bestowed by God! He is bestowed by God! The day we received the notice of critical condition, I prayed to Almighty God for a whole night….” was especially stamped on my mind. It moved my numb heart and made me willing to seek and investigate Almighty God’s work of the last days. After this experience, I truly felt that the pursuit of money and fame could bring me nothing but temporary satisfaction and comfort. On the point of losing my baby, no material things could fill the sense of panic and helplessness I tasted in my inner heart. Only Almighty God can comfort the loneliness in the depths of our hearts, and only Almighty God can rule the fate of us humans. God’s almightiness and wisdom are far more than we humans can fathom. Through my baby, this special “medium,” God made me see clearly that the trend of “Money is everything” had become a gulf between God and I. Because I was hoodwinked by Satan, I forgot the root of my existence, and I didn’t know how to live, so that step by step I was led into the abyss of sin by Satan. However, God loved and saved me. Through this special experience, God aroused and moved my heart bit by bit to awaken me; God corrected my erroneous views and made me understand that it is heaven’s law and earth’s principle to believe in God and worship God. Only God is the source of life for us humans, and only God is the Ruler of the living beings among all things, so we humans need the supply of God’s life!
Up to now, seven years have passed since I followed Almighty God. Every time I hear the childish voice of my son “Mammy, I want to join you in praising Almighty God!” when I pray, my heart will be filled with thanks and praise to God. It is God’s wondrous work that makes me know and follow the Master of all things in the universe — Almighty God.
May all the glory be to Almighty God!
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