I just got back from our outreach
and it was such an amazing week.
To be honest nothing “extreme” or in itself very exciting happened. But it was amazing to see God moving
and really at work in this neighborhood.
We spent a lot of time at church in different prayer services and bible
study classes. And we spent a lot
of time visiting with different families and sharing meals together (we ate a
lot of good Mexican food this week that is for sure!) I fell in love with a couple of the kids that live there,
two little girls in particular and then this one little boy named Juanito. Juanito is the son of Nora, and Nora is
the woman who owns the house that we stayed in while there. Juanito is a very special three year
old to say the least. He would
come over and visit with us all through out the day. And when we would be walking in the neighborhood he would
tell the people as we passed “Come to my house, the gringos are here!” He talked about God in such a special
way and prayed with faith to move mountains, and when Nora told us the story of
his life I understood why. Nora
has understood for a long time that someone would come along to help spread the
story of Juanito. She believed
that us being there was a fulfillment of this prophecy that was spoken over her
life. We asked her if she would
write up the story because we didn’t want it to lose any of its truth had we
tried to write it up by memory alone.
So here is the story…
“Hello, God bless you. My name is
Nora Ramierz and I would like to tell you of the wonderful miracles and the
incredible power of God. Our God
is a god of great love and mercy, and He demonstrates these characteristics in
each of our lives. It is my desire
to share with you the testimony of His love and mercy manifest in my life. Here’s my story:
My
sons name is Juan Jose Zamorano Jr. He is only three years old and we call him
Juanito. It is of him that I wish
to speak to you. It all started
when I was pregnant with him, and I was listening to the radio one
morning. I heard the preaching of
a man named Juan Perez as he was praying of the radio I heard the voice of
Jesus speak to me through his voice.
I felt the baby move in my womb as Jesus spoke these words to me, “Nora,
If you really desire to have this child, you must pay attention to the words
that my Father has for you, because this baby is going to bring a special part
of God into the world.”
I
listened to these words, but I wanted nothing to do with God. I remained in unbelief for the duration
of my pregnancy. When I finally
had Juanito, I remembered the words of Juan Perez and Jesus, but I didn’t think
much of them. Two months later,
Juanito suddenly became very sick.
We took him to the hospital and over the course of nine days, he didn’t
improve; in fact his condition only continued to worsen. I cried everyday and everyday the
doctors would take him from me but they would leave me with no answers. Then one day something extraordinary
happened.
As
I was holding Juanito in my arms, the color began to leave him. I knew he was dying. Suddenly, I remembered the prophecy
over his life, and I angrily asked God why he would take my child from me if He
had such great plans for his life.
I cried and cried and remembered the words that I heard on the
radio. I began to pray for mercy
and I said to God, “God, in your infinite mercy don’t take my baby away from
me. If you want my life, take
mine, but don’t take my baby. Have
mercy on him.” As I looked back down at Juanito his color suddenly
changed. I felt life flowing back
into his veins, and I knew God had heard my cry. He had raised up his life, and I began to cry,
thanking God for his extraordinary power and love.
This
is the first miracle that I witnessed in the life of Juanito, but it was not
the last. Even seeing this miracle
I didn’t remember the promise I had made to God when I was pregnant until one
day when my daughter was ten years old and invited me to church with her
grandmother. Even though I was
tired, I accepted her invitation.
When I was there, I began to pray, and I strongly felt the presence of
the Holy Spirit. My body began to
shake and I was afraid because I didn’t know what was happening. I ran to the bathroom and began to
vomit and nothing came out. God
told me that he was expelling the lies from my life that had held me
captive. After that experience, I
felt more free than I’ve ever felt before. I was free in Jesus and the Holy Spirit began to guide me.
So
when Juanito turned eight months old, he became sick again. He collapsed in my arms one afternoon at
our house, and my husband and I immediately took him to the hospital. The doctor told me that Juanito had a
powerful virus, but they weren’t sure what it was. They knew he was losing blood, and his blood pressure
stopped so low that they were having trouble drawing any to analyze. The doctor told me that there wasn’t
much they could do, and that if I was a praying woman, now was the time to
start. I prayed for God’s
mercy, but I heard a small, still voice say to me: “Let him go and give him to
me.” I didn’t want to , but this message was repeated three times to me, and on
the third time I cried out and told God that my child was His alone. About four hours later his blood
pressure improved enough for the doctors to draw blood. After thirty minutes the night doctor
came back to our room and asked us “Why did you brind this child to the
hospital? What sickness does he have?”
I told him that he had a virus in his blood, and only if he could have a
transfusion was he going to survive.
The doctor furrowed his brow and looked confused. “I don’t understand,” he said as he
looked at the chart. “This child
had bad blood but now he has new blood.”
He checked to make sure that no one had given Juanito a transfusion, and
no one had. We returned home and
knew that he had been healed by God.
This was the second wonderful miracle that God in his infinite mercy
showed myself and my family.
As
Juanito continued to grow, everything passed as normal until one day when
Juanito was sixteen months old.
When I wasn’t looking, Juanito walked into the street right in front of
a car. It him so hard that he flew
and the car almost drove over him.
As I heard the noise and saw him lying under the car, I fell to my knees
and screamed. I cried out for God
as the car tried to move out of the way.
I ran to the car and saw his little hand sticking out from under the
car. I reached for it and heard
voice say “Give him up.” I started
to cry and suddenly saw my husbands cousin running towards us from her
house. She pulled Juanito up and
held him and said, “Look, Nora, he is fine, there is nothing wrong with
him.” I didn’t want to look at him
for fear of what I would see but she insisted that I look at him. It occurred to me later that God had
guarded him and protected him the whole time, because Juanito got up on his own
with out scrapes, burns, or broken bones.
There is nothing that God cannot use for good.
I tell you of these things now so
that you might believe in the power and mercy of God. If you seek Jesus, you will find him, and He will find your
heart with the love of the Father.
God bless you. Thank you.”
Please keep Nora and her family in
your prayers. They have become
very dear to me and I really do believe that God has some big plans for that very
special little boy!
