70+ YEARS OF MIRACLES 1948 - 2022 & Beyond




To many, the birth of a child, and in some cases an animal, brings thoughts of the Lord God/Yah to mind.  He, being the Almighty Creator, planned every detail of our existence. 

 Psalm 139:13-16

For You have possessed my reins: You have covered me in my mother's womb. I will praise You; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are Your works; and that my soul knows right well. My substance was not hid from You, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Your eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in Your book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.

Most truly realize that birth is a miracle.  To me, there is no doubt, but there have been times when I didn't act on this belief.  Yet, in retrospect, I can see the Father's hand in my life from conception until now.  My entire life was completely directed by Him and there were, and still are, twists and turns in the road that produced multiples of miracles for a person, me, who didn't really understand the full concept of a Creator until October 12, 1976, the day I became aware that I was a sinner and desperately needed a Savior to take away the pain, hurt, rejection and anguish I had lived through most of my life.

The photo of the precious little baby is one of my daughters.  I think I was a bit chunkier, but this daughter and I looked/look very much alike.  Sadly, all of my photos were destroyed in a 2017 house fire that took everything I owned except my dog, a Macaw parrot, my house keys and cellphone.  I escaped with these and the clothes on my back.  I lost precious momentos, but it wasn't the first time.  Being without possessions and a roof over my head had already occurred four other times. However, HE was there and did not plan to leave me in despair.  


There is one thing a new father-to-be does not want to hear, "I'm sorry, but there are complications,  I'm afraid I have to ask you which one you desire to survive, your wife or your child." I can't even imagine my Dad's reaction to this or his heart-wrenching response.  But I know the doctor felt it and went to work right away to try and save both.

There were only a few precious minutes available, so the doctor, an OB-GYN decided to try something that had never been done before.  He injected a seditive into my mother's spinal fluid, which took immediate affect giving the doctor and his assistants time to do a C-section and save my life.  This doctor's experimental method was later written up in a medical journal, as it was the first time this procedure had been used.

My mother spent many months convalescing and was unable to be with me until I was almost a year old.  She could not breastfeed and there was no powdered or canned formula at the time.  So, my grandmother, who raised me during that time, fed me Carnation Evaporated Milk and Karo Syrup that was diluted with water.  I have often wondered if this could be the reason I have had a strong desire for sugar all my life.  It's in my veins...


In my mind, I have many times replayed my Dad's story of a frightening incident that happened when I was about six years old.  Apparently, my mother was frying up a batch of chicken in her large, deep, heavy cast-iron skillet.  She always used Crisco Shortening for this and it usually filled the pan about 1/3 full.  

The way my Dad explained it, my mother was putting more chicken into the hot grease when some of it landed on the burner and ignited.  Suddenly, the entire skillet, fat and chicken, ignited.  There were no fire alarms back then, but my mother's voice probably resulted in the same reaction from my Dad, who immediately grabbed the skillet and sailed it with all his might out the backdoor. What Dad didn't know was that I was sitting on the back stoop (step) playing with my dolls.  He told me how his hands followed the skillet trying to redirect it in vain effort.  It apparently missed me by inches.  My life spared again. Did the Father in Heaven know? Of course.


My first child, my first daughter, was born in 1968. It was a huge struggle to carry her full term as I was horribly sick for 8 of the 9 months and could not eat more than Lipton's chicken noodle soup and take IV fluids. When I realized I was pregnant at about 3 months, it was a shock to my husband and me.  I had been on birth control pills (very dangerous meds) and felt the chances of me getting pregnant were nill.  However, the Father in Heaven had a different plan, in spite of the fact that I could have lost her on several occasions.  

On December 31, 1967, I went into labor, but was sent home after a few hours as having false labor. Everyone was cheering for me to have the first New Year's baby, but that was not to be. However, one week later, the labor pains started again and this time it was the real thing. I labored hard for 23 and a half hours. I was miserable, to say the least. But even then, the Father in Heaven was looking after me and my child, His child. The doctor, OB-GYN, kept talking C-section, to which my husband would not agree.  This discussion was going on without my knowledge.  But just like a True Father, He sent a new intern into the room who took it upon himself to check things out.  What he discovered was that the sack was thicker than normal and would not break, so he broke it with a scalpel. Within approximately 15 minutes, my little girl arrived, screaming very loudly to let all know she was happy to be alive and healthy. She was alive and so was I. The Father's hand of protection was on me again.