When Beth answered the telephone she received unimaginable news. Her seven year old son, Taylor, while playing outside with a neighbor, was run over by a delivery truck. A primal yell escaped her as she called for her husband Dean. Together they flew out of the house to find him. Beth’s legs were barely able to keep up with her mind as she moved through the neighborhood like a horror movie in slow motion. What she found was worse than she could ever imagine.
Beth’s neighborhood friend Gail was the first one to arrive on the scene and recalled she saw a white substance oozing out of Taylor’s mouth and he said “I see a bright light.” Gail feared he was dying. Seconds later, Beth and Dean arrived at his side. His eyes were closed and he wasn’t responding to questions but he kept uttering “No Jesus! No Jesus! Make this bad dream go away; make this bad dream go away. ” Taylor shares later that he did indeed see a white light… To this day Beth is not sure he was telling Jesus that he didn’t want to come back or he didn’t want to die. Beth laid hands on him and began to pray over him as commotion was all around her. “Please God, NO! Please don’t take Taylor from me! Please God help my little boy!”
Taylor was taken by ambulance to St. Mary’s Ozaukee Hospital and Beth was allowed to ride in the ambulance. In the ambulance he was also yelling and repeating, “Get off me, get off my chest” as his collapsed lungs made it feel like he was being suffocated by someone sitting on his chest. They put one tube in his chest and then Flight for Life was called and Taylor was to be airlifted to Children’s Hospital in Milwaukee Wisconsin. Beth was told she would not be able to accompany them on the flight due to weight limits. Desperately wanting to cling to her dying child but having to let go, a friend drove her and Dean to the hospital. The entire car ride she looked out the window and prayed for Taylor and begged God to intervene. The ride to the hospital was indeed the longest ride of their lives.
The doctor on call met them inside the hospital and shared the grave news. “I’m not sure if your son will make it through the night.” They had to wait in the waiting room what seemed like an eternity as the doctors worked on Taylor. Friends and family gathered together in a circle along with Beth and Dean and prayed for God to heal Taylor. Beth then asked friends to call anyone they could think of and asked that Taylor be put on any prayer lists available. She heard later that prayers were given all over the world on his behalf.
Finally, Beth and Dean were able to see Taylor but he was in critical condition and they were told they could show no emotion. There were tubes and machines in and out of Taylor‘s lifeless body and yet Beth had to keep her emotions in check. Taylor had extensive injuries: two tubes draining blood from his lungs, oxygen over his mouth, IV’s in his hands, wires and patches attached to his chest and his arms were tied to the bed. His face had road rash and a big cut under his left eye that needed stitches. He had a blood transfusion, two broken ribs, right broken collar bone, fractured scapula and clavicles, badly bruised multiple parts of his body, punctured and collapsed lungs along with a fractured growth plate in his left leg that needed a full leg cast, additional internal injuries that would require more testing and the doctors thought they would need to put a tracheal tube in and put him on a ventilator by midnight. Beth prayed so hard that they wouldn’t have to put a tracheal tube in because Taylor has a strong gag reflex and she didn’t know how he would respond. God answered her prayers and Taylor didn’t need it. Beth prayed fervently as her son lay motionless in the bed. Dean had left to care for their other two sons: Nathan age 11 and Austin age 6, so her friend Leesa stayed with her. At one point Beth prayed vehemently “Your word says: Ask and you shall receive, Seek and you shall find; knock and the door will be opened. God, I’m knocking I’m begging you Lord, heal my little boy!” Beth prayed without ceasing throughout the night as Taylor was led out of the room for test after test. Each one she prayed through. For the first time, she felt the presence of Jesus with her and through her like no other time in her life. The presence of the Prince of Peace encircled and enveloped around and filled the room to the point of being palpable. A part of Beth felt the presence so strong; she feared God was going to take him.
After a very long night, the doctor approached and said, “I don’t know what higher power you believe in but there is no medical reason your son should be alive. What has happened here is beyond medicine. He has a long road ahead, but he may just survive this after all.” Beth escaped to the bathroom sobbing, dropped to her knees, praised and thanked God for the miracle he performed for her child. Taylor was expected to be in the hospital 2 to 4 weeks but after 9 days in the hospital Taylor was released.
Taylor is now what Beth lovingly calls her miracle child. Fifteen years later this beautiful young man is recently married, graduating from college and hopes to serve in missions. In college, Taylor served as president for Campus Crusade for Christ and has done several missionary trips to other countries including India and Uruguay. God certainly has a plan for this sweet young man. When I ask Beth as she reflects back on this miracle how it makes her feel now she expressed “I am so grateful God intervened and not only saved, but healed my son! Going through that time in my life taught me to trust in the Lord and I felt God more real and more present than any other time. Things can change in the blink of an eye so I appreciate the gifts GOD has given me and so go grateful for my three beautiful sons. He surrounds me with presence and peace. I’m filled with gratitude.”