Miracles Happen: Fear Nothing

The fifth of November will always hold a new meaning to our family. As many of you reading this have already heard of the terrible accident that happened to our little boy, I'm writing as my way of processing and to make sure God gets every bit of glory for this incredible miracle. This is not just humans labeling their good parking spot a miracle, but an unbelievable, unexplainable, divine act of God. 

It actually started at 2:29am-- in the middle of the night, God woke me up. It wasn't a bad dream or a nightmare. I was awakened from a dead sleep with this knowing that something horrific was about to happen that day and to trust and pray. I debated whether or not to wake Cole up or not, decided not to. So I did that-- I prayed, I trusted... and fell back asleep in peace. I didn't know what, when or who... it was just a knowing that something to my horror was on the horizon. 

The morning took off at 6:30am with a buzz as usual. All three boys awake and running around. Baths, breakfast, packing lunches, brushing teeth, and I was preparing Cade and myself for a photoshoot for a local maternity & children line of clothing (@tolittlearrows). With the buzz and busyness of the day, my middle of the night escapade had drifted to the back of my mind. 


 Fast forward to 5:30pm. Cole was leaving to go to the Rosemont Football team dinner & pep talk we host the night before their games, he had Caleb in the car with him. He had loaded the car with four bins of baby boy clothes to drop off to a friend (we now assume it was during this loading and the door being open that Cade snuck outside without any of us knowing.) Once loaded he preceded to back out of the driveway. 

Thankfully I was right inside the door, not far... and heard the crying, the screaming. I looked around didn't see Cade inside and ran outside. As soon as I ran out the door, Cole saw me and stopped the car. I then saw what I hope to remain as the worst sight of my life. I saw my little boy laying face down under the back right tire. The car was stopped on top of his little body. His cries became fainter, I started to yell, "Pull forward, pull forward, pull forward!" The next five minutes are the biggest blur. I scooped my little boy off of the driveway, he caved into my body, saying "mama, mama, mama." We jumped into the car and started to drive to the hospital. (Thankfully my parents are in town visiting and we could leave immediately knowing Caleb and Connor were taken care of.) 

Through my cries and tears I said, "I knew this was coming. God told me something horrific was coming... but it's going to be okay." My deepest thoughts were actually that he didn't even need the hospital but the thoughts that surfaced were obviously the emergency and the enormity of what happened. All of the what if's were blurring through my head. I didn't see blood or any immediate signs of injury. We kept praying and saying the name of Jesus. Without thinking, Cole's first reaction was to call his mom to pray. I took the phone after telling her to pray and we called 911. We were told to stop in the parking lot and await for the ambulance. (That wait felt like forever.) 

The emergency crew arrived and we quickly got him into the ambulance and started our journey. The worst part of it all was seeing him so uncomfortable and crying, "mama, mama, mama." I had to be brave for him, I could not cry. We sang, we counted and I probably gave him one billion kisses yesterday. From that moment in the ambulance on I experienced something unexplainable.... supernatural peace. It literally felt like peace from heaven. It was traffic hour, we were driving the shoulder on highway 50 until police escorted ahead and cleared the two fast lanes and we flew to the hospital. Upon arrival I really believe all of the doctors were in shock... "the car was on top of him?!" 
He still had on his white shirt from the morning photoshoot and it is something we will keep forever. They had to cut it off of him in the ambulance and immediately when they turned it over they saw the tire tread marks on the back of it. Yet his skin was untouched!! There was not a mark, no abrasion, not even redness. A miracle before my eyes. Our obvious concerns were then internal bleeding, bones, his pelvis, etc. After CT scan, XRays, blood and urine tests-- everything was 100% healthy! He has a little brush burn on his left foot and THAT IS IT. Unbelievable, miraculous, thank you Jesus! 

 The entire time in the hospital I was reading this passage over Cade Joshua. Cade means "battle warrior" and was a God-given name... (there's more to that story you can read in my past writing-- Story of Cade Joshua).  I knew that this "battle warrior" has so much life and purpose ahead of him. Please read the entire psalm, I know this writing is long-- but if you've made it this far, read these words because they are the most important of the post. I will forever have them stamped on my heart (and plan to place them on the walls of our home.) We have every right as children of this good good God to claim these promises over our lives.

Psalm 91
You who sit down in the High God’s presence,
    spend the night in Shaddai’s shadow,
Say this: “God, you’re my refuge.
    I trust in you and I’m safe!”

That’s right—he rescues you from hidden traps,
    shields you from deadly hazards.
His huge outstretched arms protect you—
    under them you’re perfectly safe;
    his arms fend off all harm.

Fear nothing—not wild wolves in the night,
    not flying arrows in the day,
Not disease that prowls through the darkness,
    not disaster that erupts at high noon.
Even though others succumb all around,
    drop like flies right and left,
    no harm will even graze you.
You’ll stand untouched, watch it all from a distance,
    watch the wicked turn into corpses.
Yes, because God’s your refuge,
    the High God your very own home,
Evil can’t get close to you,
    harm can’t get through the door.
He ordered his angels
    to guard you wherever you go.
If you stumble, they’ll catch you;
    their job is to keep you from falling.

You’ll walk unharmed among lions and snakes,
    and kick young lions and serpents from the path.
“If you’ll hold on to me for dear life,” says God,
    “I’ll get you out of any trouble.
I’ll give you the best of care
    if you’ll only get to know and trust me.
Call me and I’ll answer, be at your side in bad times;
    I’ll rescue you, then throw you a party.
I’ll give you a long life,

    give you a long drink of salvation!”

At one point in the hospital, while watching my little man sleep. My mind started to entertain all of the "what if's" the unimaginable horror, loss, pain, etc that could have come from this... and again, I had this resounding knowing inside of me that said, "there is no room for fear in your family."  Just as this Psalm says: 


This is what we will have forever stamped upon our lives and this experience. We will fear nothing. 
Many times our thoughts trail to, "well if God was good, why would He allow this to happen at all?" None of us are exempt from troubles and pain in this life, but we will cling to the promise above,

“If you’ll hold on to me for dear life,” says God,
    “I’ll get you out of any trouble.
I’ll give you the best of care
    if you’ll only get to know and trust me.
Call me and I’ll answer, be at your side in bad times;

He was by our side during this bad time. His peace was felt. Our trust was in Him and we know without a doubt his angels were on the job. 

Our 18-month-old son walked out of the hospital laughing and healthy with a scratch on his foot after being ran over and parked on top of by our vehicle. Not a drop of blood was shed, not a bruise was to be seen, or a bone to be broken. 

After we tucked him in (in our room, there was no way I was leaving his side!) I laid in bed giving praise to God as I listened to my little boy breathing healthy and sleeping peacefully just six hours after this terrible incident.
"I’ll rescue you, then throw you a party."
We are throwing a praise party tomorrow evening in honor of this miracle and to give God the praise. All are welcome to join us. 
It will take place at Capital Christian Center after the 6pm service (around 7:30pm) in the Chapel.
9470 Micron Ave. Sacramento, CA 95827
Saturday, November 7

To all the mamas- I know what happens when we hear or see a tragedy of this kind shared. Normally fear, paranoia, images of this happening to our child, and all of the "what if'" run rampant. Will you please join me in saying "NO" to fear. As my brother heard as he prayed last night, "this is My miracle, it will not become a foothold of fear for the enemy." Let's rejoice in the goodness of God and proclaim the promises of protection over our littles. I will shout a little louder, jump a little higher and stomp my feet a little harder, because today and everyday the enemy is under them... where he belongs. 

Many thanks and in awe of the family & friends that surround us in an instant. My parents. Trav who arrived in minutes to drive Cole to the hospital. Mel who took her kids to play with our boys and bring instant joy to our home. Uncle John & Aunt Alicia who prayed and were by our side. (all of our family who were praying from afar.) Pastor Doug and Gretchen who pulled their "pastor" card and got right into the room to be by our side and pray for our little man. Kellie and Phina, who were at the hospital and got to witness Cade's first steps! and to the hundreds who have prayed, called, texted and well-wished. We feel every bit of the love and power of the body of Christ.

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