This I Believe In the Power of God

I believe in the power of God. There have been many instances in my life that one can see God’s hand at work. One instance took place when I was fifteen months old.

Late Sunday afternoon, I walked into the kitchen. My mom was trying to get my dad to go to church ahead of us because he was one of the ministers and had things to do. She told him that she would feed us and then bring us to church. When he was almost out of the house, I pulled a pot of Ramen noodles off the stove. It scalded my chest, arms, and hands. My mom took me to run cold water on me in the bathroom. Then, my dad called the pastor of our church. He told the pastor that he had to take me to the ER. The church decided to pray for my well-being right then. It was 5 pm on a Sunday night when my mom put ice on my chest, arms, and hands. She held me in her arms while my dad drove to the hospital.

Over 1/4 of my body was bright red. My skin was bubbling up with blisters and filling with fluid. My chest, arms and hands were swollen. I felt like I was on fire; I could not be comforted even though my mom tried to comfort me by singing the whole way to the hospital. When we got to the ER, the nurse immediately took me to the back where a doctor and another nurse cleaned my burns with purified water.

Then, they put silver nitrate cream and bandages to cover up the burns. There were many questions about how this kind of accident could happen. The medical staff couldn’t believe that I pulled the pot off the stove. Sadly, the doctor told my parents that I would be scarred for life. An appointment was set with a burn specialist for the following day. When we got home, there were many messages on the machine saying that many church members were praying for me and my family.

The next day, the specialist reviewed my chart and explained to my parents what might happen when the bandages came off. He said the skin would be dead and looked horrible. He prepared them for the worst. He told my parents that skin grafting would be required. Then, he moistened the bandages with purified water. He took them off and there was no redness and no signs of burns on my chest, arms, or hands. It looked like nothing happen. The doctor could not believe what he saw. I was healed by the grace of God.

If it were not for God, then I would have been scarred for life. Through the prayers of the members of my church, my burns were completely healed. I thank God everyday for what he has done for me. After this experience, one can easily see why I believe in the miraculous power of God.