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When my son was barely 2 years old, he sufferred a head injury with skull fractures complicated by meningitis. The second night in the hospital he was virtually comatose all night..his mother and I held him all night and he didn't move a muscle....very shallow breathing - high fever. He aroused the next morning, about 10 hours later. When he did, he looked at us and said, "Jesus told me to tell you that I wasn't going to die!" When we said what? He repeated, "Jesus told me to tell you that I wasn't going to die!" He was only 2, and not being a particularly religious family, I'm not sure where he would have gotten the concept of Jesus at that age.
For the next year or two, although he didn't recall being in the hospital much, whenever he'd see a picture depicting Jesus, he'd get mad...and say "Why do they always show Jesus with Blue eyes? He really has brown eyes.
Take that for what it's worth, but I am convinced our little special boy met The Lord, and the Lord smiled on him!

Take that for what it's worth, but I am convinced our little special boy met The Lord, and the Lord smiled on him!

Sounds to me like The Lord smiled upon you, for your son was probably home. I am heartened by your experiences.

...I am convinced our little special boy met The Lord, and the Lord smiled on him!

"Jesus loves the little children, all the children of the world.
Whether yellow, black or white, they are precious in his sight,
Jesus loves the little children of the world!"

Wow!

I believe my two year old son at the time had an experience. I nearly lost him to drowning...He got out and climbed into the above ground pool via the filtering system he climbed onto. I was preparing dinner at the time and when I realized he wasn't inside I began looking everywhere. Panicking that he wasn't inside i ran out the back calling him. I ran to the pool first and found him floating face down. I tried climbing into the pool with a 9month pregnant body on me since the ladder was put away to prevent this..I did manage to get him out and try what little CPR on him i knew.. What a horrible experience at the time. I have a clue of what parents go through who lose their children to this. Fortunatley, I didn't...The next morning in recovery my baby woke up..He jumped up in bed and ask me "where did that man go that was wearing a blanket"...He was so excited and kept looking for him and for days kept asking for him...My son never had a problem from my carelessness that day, thank God! He is 12 now and a beautiful little boy who loves the Lord. So needles to say, I believe that God is watching over us all the time...