Faith, Family

Creating Spiritual Boundaries

 

When our son was three months old he had his first extensive surgery to remove part of his colon. It was over extended which caused him to be in great pain and swell up so large that the pressure would cause trouble for breathing. There wasn’t anything my husband and I could do but just sit and pray for the pain to pass. It was always sporadically, nothing made it better or worse. There was no preventing it. His extended colon would spontaneously wrap around his intestines which caused abdominal swelling and would overwhelm his entire chest and torso area.

We were constantly praying that it would not rupture knowing that there was no recovering from it, if it did.

The symptoms started at three weeks old but became severe at seven weeks. We consistently went to the hospital every time we noticed any swelling in the abdominal area, in fear that it will lead to the evitable.

After many pediatrician visits that was always led to being referred straight to the children’s hospital 14 miles away, test results from a specialist showed we needed to be evaluated by a pediatric surgeon immediately.

At our first visit with the pediatric surgeon, the decision made was to have surgery exactly on his 3 month mark. We sat in that office for two hours debating the pros and cons of beginning surgery right always versus waiting for the three month mark which would be 5 weeks later.

Having the extensive surgery before then had similar risks as to waiting. Weighing the two options with the same possible outcomes was a nauseating decision to make, to say for the very least.

The surgeon was very consistent to getting x-rays and tests done for our son from seven to twelve weeks old to catch any early signs of rupture. He was cautious and would explain the importance of us being cautious till the surgery.

It was the longest five weeks for us.

As we waited for the upcoming surgery, my husband and I was doing all that we could to be strong, lifting and encouraging one another up. Without that; I can not imagine how we would have been.

As parents with a tiny baby taking turns each night to comfort him through the screaming pains of not being to lay comfortably due to painful bloating was the hardest thing we had to endure with one another.

Redirecting our minds back on the Lord each day after watching our spouse and child suffer is a must to overcome the fears and get to the victory.

The day finally came that he was three months old and we were walking into the children’s hospital to Malachi’s surgery. Our 11lb, 22 inch baby boy got dressed into a gown three times his size and was taken out of my arms from the surgical nurse after the team of surgeons came into the room to explain everything step by step that would take place for the next four hours. They all walked out with certainty of success and gave encouragement to my husband and I. Watching the double doors close as Malachi looked at me from the nurse’s arms was a moment of vulnerability for me.

As we sat in the surgery waiting room for four hours, we had a nurse come out twice letting us know  Malachi was doing great. As we sat there we saw many different situations coming in and out those elevators doors that led into the surgery waiting room. The waiting room was also a sitting area for young chemo and dialysis patients. My husband and I would connect eyes as we would children walked through the double doors after their names were called.

All I could do was sit and pray!

After four  long hours, we were finally called by the surgical nurse. She came to walk us back to recovery. She had let us know everything went well and the surgeon was on his way to explain the details.

Our son came out surgery with success. The surgeons were very optimistic and said they had only expected to remove 3 inches which was common for a child of his size and age but once in surgery discovered they had to remove seven inches. They showed us pictures from the internal camera from surgery of the length of the raw colon because they could not believe he lasted as long as he did without rupture.

My husband and I knew it was God. God had divinely protected our child during this time.


Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.”

Matthew 17:20


We were scheduled to stay in the hospital for four days. Unfortunately about 18 hours after his surgery he swelled up once again, the growth was rapid. Within hours he was barely able to breathe on his own. By the time they rushed him into emergency surgery he was at 70% percent oxygen and a 220 heart rate. There was no time for any explanations from the doctors or nurses. They rushed us at 3 am to the other side of the hospital. As the staff elevator doors to level four opened, a on-call trauma surgeon, an anesthesiologist, and a nurse was waiting in a low lit empty hallway (that scene at that moment was a vision that had traumatized me for months afterwards). The surgeon and anesthesiologist wheeled our son away without any formal goodbyes. The surgical nurse stood behind and told us we had to sign a consent form to immediately begin blood transfusions. As I flipped through pages to sign on the designated lines, the nurse spoke to us with an urgent and directive tone that our son will look different if and when he comes out of surgery and we need to be prepared for it.

Because of his current vitals , him being placed on a breathing tube was a must before surgery could even begin. She told us to answer the phone in the waiting room at the administrative desk for updates, she would most likely not be able to leave the surgery room as they will have to work diligently, (no one was expected to be in that surgery waiting room till 7 am), and to just be patient.

“We are not yet sure what we will have to do and if he comes out…..” was probably the scariest words I heard at the time.

At this point, this was just the beginning of many trails during the 19 days we were at the hospital. But if it wasn’t for listening to what the Lord told me to do; how we got through the trials could have been much different.

One night as I was sitting next to my sons bedside reading the Bible out loud to him as he slept, the Lord told me to write scriptures and wrap them around his hospital crib.

I went to the nurses stations and asked for paper, pen, and tape. I began writing scriptures that I had prayed for him and verses that had recently been spoken over him. I taped about 20 verses to his bed that night as he slept. I then prayed over him. I prayed for victory over my sons life and praised God for making him a testimony. I prayed with authority that the enemy may not enter into the room. That boundaries had been created around my son. That the word of God is sharper than a two edged sword. That the word of Jesus Christ were written on those pieces of paper taped to his bed and the devil shall flee when he hears the name Jesus. I then walked out to the hall as my son slept to pray over every door on that floor. I placed my hand on each door I passed and prayed for the child in the room and prayed for the empty rooms for the ones that had just left and for the ones that were to come. For the rest of the time we were there with our son, I got up every night at 11pm and prayed for the boundaries that was created. I touched every door on level 6 ICU North Wing at that children’s hospital.

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The night our son was discharged from the hospital was bitter sweet. I was so excited to take our son home but the moment we walked out of room 6123 my heart sank, tears came streaming down my face as I looked at the rooms I had prayed for each night for fourteen days consecutively. I looked into each room  with compassion and heartbreak. Feeling spiritually wounded that they were not yet leaving too. I looked into a room with a child I had seen each night with two parents kneeling next to his bed. One room had a mother preparing her bed with exhaustion and another room with a father curled up on the hospital bed with his toddler child, crying uncontrollable. The last room I looked into had a toddler girl with beautiful natural curls that always fell into her eyes; with a nurse on duty sitting with her at her bedside once again. Not once out of her 10 days she was there as we were did we see a visitor in that room, that was not a staff member..

As we were escorted downstairs with help to our vehicle with a wagon full of items that filled our room for the past 19 days, I prayed silently for the patients and  families. As we drove off I continued praying but with my husband out loud. We prayed the whole 14 miles home that night at 11 pm which was the time I went door to door to pray for each room every  night.

I prayed for the spiritual boundaries. That the minds of the children would not be overtaken by the enemy or weakened. I prayed that lies could not enter into the families lives that there was no healing or hope. I also prayed for the doctors, nurses,and staff; that the Lord would encourage them daily as they entered those hospital doors to care for the children.

We must believe earnestly when we are specifically praying for a situation, that the Lord is divinely wrapping His arms around His children. That His arms creates the spiritual boundary from the enemy so he may not attack us in any form.

Pray for the boundaries that are needed in your life today and tape the scriptures the Lord has given you in every area of your life so the enemy can not take or destroy it!

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21 Comments

  • Reply
    Cindy
    February 6, 2017 at 4:29 pm

    Yes, what a remarkable story of faith in such an awesome God! His thoughts and ways are not ours but as we trust in Him and Him alone, He will never leave us nor forsake us. The Word of God is mighty and God has shown Himself faithful to you. All glory to our Heavenly Father who was and is and is to come!

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    Beth
    December 9, 2016 at 11:09 pm

    This was a riveting read! Sharing this! And an important concept to create spiritual boundaries. I love your heart and how you prayed for every child. I too have some painful memories of hospital visits past, changed forever, but reminded of God’s amazing love and hope. Thank you for this.

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      [email protected]
      December 10, 2016 at 12:24 am

      Thank you for your comment! God is good and His love and the hope within us is AMAZING! Blessings!!

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    Mari Jones
    December 9, 2016 at 6:24 am

    You left me speechless and my heart shattered into a million pieces. Sitting here reading (in public) listening to how God doesn’t give His heart in pieces reading your story, I’m crying my eyes out. Your bittersweet joy as you left with your son, created a picture in my mind that I will never forget. Thank you for sharing.

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      [email protected]
      December 9, 2016 at 8:08 am

      Thank you for taking time to read just part of the testimony of what God has done for our son and for leaving your comment. My deepest desire by writing this was for others to know, we are not alone and much prayer is needed out there. Please join me in including hospitals, medicals staff, parents, children, and unmanageable situations into our prayer life. Many blessings to you!

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    Ayanna
    December 7, 2016 at 11:48 am

    This was so beautifully written. Thank you for your transparency and showing your heart. I love that you not only covered your son in prayer, but also the kids and families there with you. Pray changes things! The idea of creating spiritual boundaries is awesome and something that I’ll have to do in my home. God is so good!

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    Rosie Lapp
    December 7, 2016 at 9:33 am

    Oh, Carmen. You’ve brought tears to my eyes. As a new mom of a 2 1/2 month old this really hits home. I’m ever so thankful for such a healthy baby. Thank you for being vulnerable and honest!!

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    Becca Starks
    December 7, 2016 at 9:15 am

    You are an inspiration!!! Praise God for healing your son. You have no idea what those prayers you prayed on that 6th floor did for so many others. Isaiah 55:11 ““so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.”
    ‭Bless you for your faithfulness in prayer.

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      [email protected]
      December 7, 2016 at 9:20 am

      Thank you Becca for your sweet words! Love that scripture. All for the Glory of God! Many blessings to you!

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    Krystal Sadler
    December 7, 2016 at 9:00 am

    Thank you for your vulnerability. What a special story about Gods healing and steadfastness. Isn’t it amazing how the Lord uses our deepest trials to break our hearts for the things that break His as well. What a testimony, Carmen!
    Krystal Sadler recently posted…How One Family Paid Off Over $80,000 of Debt (and You Can, Too!!) Part 3 – Where We are NowMy Profile

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      [email protected]
      December 7, 2016 at 9:04 am

      Thank you Krystal, it was definitely the hardest thing my husband and I had to endure. Our lifestyle was very different for a few months afterwards as we worked with home nurses and weekly doctors visits but God took us through and taught us SO MUCH that I don’t think I will over look back and be mad or hurt with Why me? I am a blessed mama!!

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    Brooke Grangard
    September 1, 2016 at 3:33 pm

    Wow! This is such a beautiful post. Thank-you for sharing your story with us. It’s such an encouragement.

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    Shannon Geurin - Fighting for my child | {Fierce Friday} - Shannon Geurin
    August 26, 2016 at 12:36 am

    […] Malachi was born with a redundant colon. Today he is healthy and whole and completely done with surgeries. Carmen and her husband know that Malachi is a miracle! Today their family is busy with 4 wonderful children. Click here to read more about Carmen’s story and sweet Malachi.  […]

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    Carlie
    July 1, 2016 at 2:15 pm

    Oh, Carmen! Wow! What an awesome God we serve and what an amazing testimony you share. I am so grateful to God for your prayers for all those children, for your unshakeable faith, and for your son’s recovery. May you continue to move mountains with your faith. Thanks so much for this beautiful portrayal of God’s power and faithfulness.
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    Morena
    June 29, 2016 at 10:11 am

    This testimony make me cry. How GREAT and FAITHFULL our God is! His love for his childs Never fails!! Thank you that you share with us your testimony . You have such a strong faith.

    God bless you and your family !!

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    Natalie @ Milk & Honey Faith
    June 28, 2016 at 11:24 pm

    What a remarkable story of how your faith got you through such a difficult time. I just love how you prayed over each room and family. God is so faithful and I’m so glad your little guy was healed. All glory be to God!!

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