Prayer #2

The second most remembered and referenced of my answered prayers is about my twin boys. It was the end of October in 1999 and Michelle had just given birth to our 4lb. twin boys. We were both only 22 years old and been married for only a year and a half. Our twin boys were born with many scary moments. They were so small  I could put my wedding ring over their hand and onto their wrist.  With them being so small and fragile there were many obstacles. Michelle's final hours of labor the doctors were worried about their heart rates (having trouble finding them from time to time). After giving birth to twins by C-section my still newlywed bride needed constant attention. Meanwhile my two new babies were in prenatal intensive care having trouble with their oxygen content and breathing. They wore these oxygen tents over their heads at all times. They were only allowed out long enough to get fed. After a week at the hospital my wife was physically O.K. and ready to go home but neither of us wanted to leave our boys. It was a Friday morning when the doctors came in and let us know that if nothing changed by noon that they would transport our boys to wake med. My wife and I took the news hard as any new parent would. I went downstairs to get her and I a drink and to get out for a little. Standing outside Johnston Memorial Hospital's old entrance facing Hwy 301 I began to plead with God. I hadn't been that serious with God since I was saved. I remember standing next to those big concrete pillars by the automatic entry door and praying and crying. I don't remember much about the prayer except I asked God to take Nick and Noah off the oxygen before 12pm. I was very specific with what was on my heart and after the prayer I felt a peace that I hadn't felt since the day I was saved. I didn't mention my prayer to Michelle when returning with the drinks. The nurses came to our room to get Michelle so she could go down where the boys were so she could feed them. When we arrived at 11:55 the nurses began to whisper to one another while looking at the tents and hoses that were coming from the boys. Come to find out that the hose fell off of one of their tents and the other's machine was not working like it should. When I asked the nurse when was the last time they checked on them she said around 10:30. My boys were breathing well on their own since 10:30.....about the same time I was downstairs pouring my heart out to God. After that they never needed oxygen again and came home only 2 days later. How could God, the orchestrator of all things in the universe, take time to answer my prayer. Thank you Lord for being a provider. Genesis 2:7