For four days, I watched John on a respirator, unable to talk or move and at the mercy of others. He helped us out of the storm, and the respirator was removed. My husband's name was associated with the word miracle. When John was placed back on the fourth floor for the last time, the nurses came in one by one to talk to us and acknowledged their prayers for us also. Some sang praises to our God in John's room as we left.
Prayers are our power even against death's door.
Loyalty and faithfulness are our swords against unbelief. One of my favorite names for God is Awesome God. God's awesomeness is seen in the saving of a sinner, in the healing of diseases. God can drive back any attempt on a life he has direction for. And so it was done for my husband, John, who sits here today.