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"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me."
Psalm 23:4
When we think of the word miracle, things like angels with trumpets and bright white light come to mind. Sometimes, we only ever think of it because we need one. We need a miracle to save our job, our marriage, our grades, our lives – even our faith. We think of miracles as an occurrence rarer than a blue moon, one that is as elusive as Bigfoot and as reliant upon chance as the lottery.
But miracles aren’t necessarily like that.
The truth is, miracles surround us everyday. “Small” miracles like finding out the deadline for that report you forgot to work on has been thankfully pushed next week, to “big” miracles such as a car stopping within a nick from your own on the highway. Even stuff like finding out on the evening news (amidst all of the bad negativity) that the missing kid first reported a month ago was finally found. We rejoice for miracles – miracles that happen to us, and to others. We rejoice when a person receives a miracle, and we rejoice when we ourselves is blessed with one.
Recently, I’ve been showered with miracles, particularly during pre-op, surgery, and post-op. I can’t help but share it with you guys as well. 🙂 I hope that the miracles I have received flow through you and all around us.
On the 27th of May, I was admitted to the Medical City Hospital for my total thyroidectomy. The first miracle of that day came early in the morning. It was Monday, our coding day. We left before sun-up, but even then, we got caught up with the morning rush. Our car wasn’t supposed to be driveable during coding days, but since we couldn’t Grab our way to TMC nor borrow someone else’s car, we sat there in our car, waiting at the stoplight, with officers in front of us. It was as though we were obscured from them, our plate camouflaged to a different number, for they didn’t flag us down – one even looked directly at our plate, but let us cross the road nonetheless.
We arrived at the hospital, and I was officially admitted to The Medical City for a total thyroidectomy. The next day, I managed to wake up early even with two hours of sleep, did my usual morning routine (prayer, meditation, reiki). I was told that I should be ready before 11AM to be wheeled into the OR. At around 10:30, my brother and his pastor called to pray for a successful operation. I was prepared, happy and ready. No worries, I told myself, as I was wheeled to the OR, my husband, daughters, and sister accompanying me from behind like a little procession. Upon entering the Surgery Suite, the nurse told my family that they were not allowed beyond that point. I wanted to look back at them before I went in, but I restrained myself and gave them a small wave instead. I didn’t want to feel sad or worried. I had to stay positive. I wanted to remain in the feeling of love, full of trust and calm. I was still, and knew that He was God.
The nurse transferred me to the operating bed, and as I laid back, I saw two big lights in front of me, and surrounding me in a circle were doctors in blue. A memory struck me then: I always saw this very scene during my meditation. I had not known then what God was trying to tell me through it, but it was clear now: he wanted me to choose surgery. I lay there in amazement of God’s plans and surrendered myself to Him..
The surgeon went over and told me, “Ah, we can totally do this!” as he looked over my neck. I told him, “It’s all up to you, doc.” The anesthesiologist arrived, and made me breathe into a mask. Within seconds, I was under. At around 2 PM, I woke up in the Recovery Room, surrounded by fellow post-op patients. Their machines beeped all around me, some of them still asleep, the others slowly coming to. I asked in a slow, robotic voice, “Where am I? What time is it?” to my nurse attendant. In astonishment, he said: “Ay, si ma’am gising na – may boses siya!” (Oh, she’s awake! And she’s got a voice!)
After more than an hour, they transferred me back to my room. Different nurses assisted me, and they were all so amazed to hear me talk. Apparently, post-op total thyroidectomy patients usually don’t talk right after – and at normal volume, too. As they wheeled me back, we passed by my husband. His shoulders slumped with relief, and I could see the worry fade from his eyes as he gave me a sweet smile. He – along with my daughters and sister – had been waiting for nearly 5 hours. I was transferred to my room and chatted with my family, sharing them my story – in awe of how God worked during my surgery. I can talk normally as though nothing happened. One of the side effects of a thyroidectomy is potential damage to the laryngeal nerve, and your voice may be damaged after.
Another answered prayer! I was chatting it up with my family as though nothing happened, except for a slight raspiness to my voice – even my sister had to tell me to slow down because I was speaking so much. God is truly so amazing, my friend.
This was my view for four days
Regular diet was given to me the next day after my surgery
At around 6:30 PM, my surgeon did his rounds and was pleasantly surprised to hear me talking. He was amazed to see me recover so well as though nothing happened. I’ve always prayed and wrote in my journal that my surgery will be successful – without any complications, and that His knowledge, wisdom, and hands work through everyone that I encountered that day (from the nurses to the surgical team). I am so in awe of Him and His marvellous works. Wow, God, You are so good!
The next day, during my morning routine, I was crying hard as I prayed, thanking Him for His love and goodness, His healing power and His grace. For working through the doctors and for the successful surgery.
You know that overwhelming feeling of gratitude for God? His goodness and mercy overflows like honey in the promised land, and He is so, so good. Our majestic, all-powerful, glorious God is so good. ❤️
The nurse came to take a blood sample for my ionized calcium test. Again, a complication of surgery is damage/removal of the parathyroid gland, especially when the lump is too big. When the gland is damaged or is accidentally removed (this is a true story for many thyroidectomy patients!) their calcium levels drop drastically. But my endocrinologist told me that all levels were normal. I prayed for it, and so it was. God is so so good. Nothing is truly impossible with the Lord.
The next day afterwards I was told that I could go back to a regular diet and that a soft diet was not necessary – I felt no pain, the only discomfort coming from my sore throat, which was caused by the breathing tube during surgery as well as the slight pain behind my ears which was due to my head being placed in a supine position. Other than that, I felt wonderful.
I recovered fast with the help of my husband – who was always by my side – and family. But even with their help, I couldn’t have recovered as well as I did without God’s healing power. My endocrinologist allowed me to go home on Thursday, 2 days after surgery but my surgeon made me stay another day to remove the drain attached to the surgical incision and to prevent infection. I was discharged Friday.
During the billing process, the amount that I asked God not to exceed was the exact same as my total bill. We were anxious about it since we knew surgery is expensive, but as I had prayed for and written about, God delivered. He is so so wonderful, isn’t He? We went home in awe of Him, glorifying His greatness in our life.
For a month, I lived in the highest vibrational frequency of love – filled and surrounded by so much love that there was no room for fear. My eyes were opened to the wonder and the truth that is love, and today I pray that you get to see it as well. Everyday, my heart is overwhelmed with God’s love. All the love, prayers and support I received from my family and friends, and the kind encounters I had with strangers filled me with so much love.
We are surrounded by so much love everyday. Miracles are an expression of love and a channel that reveals God’s power and glory to us. There may be a notion that miracles are incredibly rare moments for special people, but I believe that miracles are everyday blessings designed to help you see how truly blessed you are.
Don’t you notice how when you’re grateful, more blessings come? How when you’re grateful, you see the blessings you DO have around you? It’s a wonderful, beautiful cycle – this thing called gratefulness. It flows through you and gives to others and circles back with an outpour of miracles.✨
I have a gratitude journal that I write on everyday for the past 5 years – saying thank you without asking for anything in return, just letting it flow and flow through me. In my prayers, I thanked God in advance for the miracle He was going to give me.
A grateful, loving heart that is open to receiving and has faithfully surrendered to God is a crucial piece in living a great life. My friend, there are times where we are paralyzed by fear and worry.
But if we can just offer up our small seed of faith to the Lord, He can turn it into a large, fruitful tree. He can turn all of that fear into trust. He can open your eyes to see the beauty and wonder that surrounds you. He will bless you. God will always lead you to the right path, if only you allow Him to work in your life. I pray that you get to experience God’s glory in your life today, and you see His wondrous works.
God loves you. That’s the best miracle of all.🌈
In Him,
Alpha 🙏
June 29, 2019
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