That’s a wonderful story!
Praise God, indeed!🙏
Yes, and absolutely true.
Many years later, when I was a practicing physician, I worked with the doctor--quite elderly by then--who had been my father's physician and who had told my mother, on that fateful night, that my father would not live through the night.
One day, I thanked him for saving my father's life, and I told him that if he hadn't, I would never have known my father.
"He's the sickest man I ever saw get well," he said to me.
If he had died, my mother would have been destitute with two children under the age of five.
He got well, resumed his work, paid for a house and a car, put away enough money for my sister and me to go to college, took us on wonderful vacation trips. My mother miraculously got a job teaching school, which was what she had always wanted to do.
Then, on Thanksgiving Day, when I was 14 years old, my father suddenly and unexpectedly died of a massive myocardial infarction.
We had received a reprieve. His death was delayed until he could get his family settled. Then he went on to the next life.
Miracles happen. Most are not as dramatic as that one. We're not aware of most of them.