By Zhiyuan
It was about 4 o’clock in the afternoon of April 22, 2015. When I was getting ready to cook dinner in the kitchen when my sister-in-law hurriedly ran over to me and said: “Yuanyuan (my four-year-old son) has fallen into the water….” Not wasting time to think, I hurried out to find my son. When I arrived at the small pond in the vegetable garden, I saw Yuanyuan was floating on the surface of the water face up; his lips were black and blue and his face was very white and plump because of having been under water for too long. Upon seeing the scene, I got so scared that I trembled from head to toe. My mind went blank, and everything before my eyes went black. My knees also went weak and I didn’t even know how I got down into the water. Feeling his body was still soft, I carried him stumblingly onto the bank of the pond. My sister-in-law was also there. She took my son out of my bosom and put him on the ground, and then dragged me out of the pond. Seeing my son lying on the ground without moving, with his eyes closed and his stomach badly swollen, my heart filled with anguish as if stabbed by a dagger and the tears kept streaming down my face. I thought: “It’s all over! My son is too far gone. He cannot be saved. What should I do?” Just when I was most miserable and helpless, I suddenly thought of God. A clear thought popped into my mind: “There’s no point looking to any person for help in this situation. Everyone’s fate is administered by God’s hands. Only God can save my son.” So I fervently called out to Him in my heart: “O God! I don’t know what time my son fell into the water, and now his life is in the balance. I have no idea what to do. Please save my son! Please save my son. …” I cried out to God over and over in my heart. At that moment, I clearly thought of an emergency measure for people who are unconscious after falling into water—pressing the stomach with two hands to press the water out. Thinking of this, I immediately laid my son out flat, knelt down, put my two hands between his chest and stomach and pressed forcefully. After several times, a gush of water streamed from his mouth. At this moment, the water began to bubble up in his throat, just like boiling water. Seeing my son begin to react, I got very excited and hurriedly took him to the town hospital.
Along the way, I could only keep crying out to God in my heart as I wept out loud, and I dared not leave God for one moment. Who would have thought that when we got to the town hospital, the doctor would refuse to admit my son to hospital. He just gave him a supply of oxygen and said, “Your son is still in danger, he should be transferred to the county hospital as soon as possible.” Then he asked my sister-in-law to clean the mud out of my son’s mouth and nose. While she was doing this, little by little a sound issued from his throat. The mud taken from his throat and nose was enough to fill a plastic cup. Seeing that the doctor didn’t want to admit my son, I felt worried and afraid. I could only call out to God in my heart, “O God! The doctor won’t rescue my son, and there is nothing I can do. But I believe you are almighty, and all things and events are in Your hands. My son’s life was bestowed by You; You have given him this breath. Whether he lives or dies, I commit him to Your hands. Everyone’s life and death is predestined by You. I have no mastery over my own life, much less rule over my son’s life and death. I’m willing to entrust him to Your hands and obey Your control and arrangements.” At that time, my husband had already heard the news and hurriedly came to me, and then we all rushed to the county hospital by ambulance.
It was not until 7 p.m. that we arrived at the county hospital. When the doctor saw my son’s condition, he didn’t treat him at once, but told us to register and do the formalities, and then he would give him a thorough examination. I sat in a chair anxiously, my son in my arms. My husband went to do the various formalities. Time passed, second by second, and my heart was in my mouth. Looking at my dying son, with tears in my eyes I thought: “My son is in danger, but the doctor isn’t taking his predicament seriously. They are not doing their duty to take care of the wounded and the dying. They are like those people who walk past someone dying on the street!” I could do nothing but silently pray to God in my heart, “O God! The doctor can’t be depended on. I can only rely on You. God, today I finally saw that anyone who loses your care and protection will be in danger of being hurt and devoured by Satan at any time. God! Whether my son will live or not, I am willing to hand him over to Your hands. Whatever the result is, I am willing to accept and obey and never complain about You, because it is all your righteousness.” After the prayer, my heart calmed down a lot.
After a short while, a rumbling sound came from my son’s throat, and his eyes seemed to open a fraction. Seeing my son begin to react, I was full of surprise and joy. My husband didn’t finish all the procedures until after 8 o’clock in the evening. Then he took our son from my bosom to take him for a CT scan. Just when we got to the top of the stairs, my son suddenly woke up. Seeing him open his eyes, I yelled joyfully: “Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan, are you awake?” At that moment, I felt very relieved and joyously gave thanks to God in my heart. My husband excitedly pointed at me and asked my son: “Son, do you know who she is?” My son looked at me and said: “She is my mommy.” My husband then pointed at himself and asked, “Who am I?” “You are my daddy.” In that instant, I was so excited that I wanted to give him a hug. But my son said, “I want daddy to give me a hug.” Seeing our son was so lucid, we all felt very excited. Later on, we rented a car and drove home through the night.
On our way home, my husband asked our son the names of his grandpa and grandma, and he answered clearly. Seeing his condition was completely normal, I was filled with excitement. I thought: “God is really just so almighty! Everyone’s life is actually governed and controlled by God. Thank God for His wondrous protection. When I took my son to the town hospital this afternoon, the doctor wouldn’t receive him; so then he was transferred to the county hospital, but the doctor didn’t treat him for several hours. But when I looked up to and cried out to God in my heart over and over, my son came alive miraculously. This is entirely God’s great power. It was God who bestowed a second life on my son, and revived him after he nearly drowned. God is the true and living God.” I thanked and praised God from the bottom of my heart. So I resolved to believe in God well from then on.
The next day, the neighbors who heard the news came to visit us. When they saw my son was able to survive such an accident without even a scratch, they were all astonished. They all had different ideas about it. Someone said: “It really is inconceivable. When other children fall into water, they all float face down. How come your child was floating with his face up? In general, if someone is floating on the surface of the water, they must have died. How come your child is safe and sound?” Some others said: “It must be that Heaven protected him.” The daughter-in-law of my neighbor said: “The God you believe in is truly great! It is He who protected your son, leaving him safe and well.” I excitedly nodded and said: “Yes, I thank God a lot. My son’s condition was so serious that the doctor wouldn’t admit him into the hospital, and they didn’t take any first-aid measures for four to five hours. I never thought that my son would wake up. It was all the wonderful protection of God. It is God who saved my son, or he would have died.”
After experiencing this event, I began to actively attend the gatherings. When the brothers and sisters heard my account, they all praised God’s miraculous deeds, and then read God’s words with me, “Who of the whole of mankind is not cared for in the eyes of the Almighty? Who does not live in the midst of the Almighty’s predestination? Whose birth and death come from their own choices? Does man control his own fate?” One of the sisters fellowshiped this, “God’s words are full of authority and power. Facts prove that the whole of mankind is cared for and protected in God’s eyes, that our life and death is in God’s hands, and that God is the only true God, the source of life for us humans and the foundation of our existence.
After listening to God’s words and the sister’s fellowshipping, I was so moved that tears ran down my face. I said: “Yes, God’s love is often hidden within situations. From the outside, my son’s near drowning was a bad thing, but it also embodies God’s kind intentions for me. If I didn’t experience such a thing, I would still be stuck at the stage of ambiguous belief in God, and would never have any knowledge of God’s almightiness and sovereignty. Seeing my son miraculously receive God’s care and protection, I entirely gave up my former attitude in my belief in God. And I began to know that it is so important to read God’s words, attend gatherings and seek the truth in believing in God. During disasters, only by relying on God and living according to God’s words can we survive. So I’ve made a resolution to follow God by reading God’s words often, seeking to understand more of the truth, and trying my best to perform my duty to repay God’s love for my entire family.” Hearing what I said, the brothers and sisters were very happy, and spoke in chorus: “Thank God!”
