God gave me a vision one day of a banner.

Although it was years ago, it was so clear that I can still see it in my mind’s eye today.

The banner was flying in the blue sky, and on it were the words, “Transplant is Coming”.

My mom’s kidneys were not functioning well, and she had been on dialysis for years.  It was a very trying time for her and our family, especially for Dad.

Medications, dialysis, doctor’s visits, waiting rooms, and side effects were part of the routine.

Her spirits were high and her faith strong, but there were challenges along the way that were discouraging.

At some point, we knew daily dialysis was getting to be too much.  So, Mom got on a transplant list.

Preparing for a transplant means lots of blood draws and trying to meet strict criteria, age being one of them.

There are hundreds of people in need of a kidney, so the hardest part was the waiting.

Waiting on a match.  Waiting on a phone call.

Days, weeks, months, years.

Waiting also meant continued dialysis to make sure she stayed healthy.  It’s hard to see Mama hooked up to a machine.

We kept up hope. It wasn’t easy.  Mom’s color didn’t look good some days. Other days she was tired.

We prayed for her.  Numerous people were praying for her.  An army of people.

Then, one day, God gave me that vision of a banner.  He spoke to me.

He told me that a transplant was coming. And that’s when I knew.

I knew that I knew that I knew.  It was more than hope.  It was assurance.

Then, I thanked God in advance because I knew that the phone would ring.  It was just a matter of WHEN.

And then one day, the phone rang.

A perfect match!

Everything happened so fast, and we met my parents at the hospital as Mom was coming out of the procedure.

I couldn’t stop crying. Because I knew. Because God told me.

I was witnessing the manifestation of what He told me. The vision had become a reality.

When you have experienced something as harrowing as waiting on a transplant or sitting nervously in a waiting room or dealing with unpleasant side effects of strong medications and you come on the other side, there is nothing you can say but “God is good!”

My mom will tell you today that God gave her a miracle.

He made the impossible possible.  He broke her chains.

And she will tell you that Jesus was her friend in the darkest nights on the dialysis machine and through the fire of multiple pokes to get a blood draw.

What miracle are you believing for today?

Lord, when we feel that there is no way through, help us with our unbelief.

Give us visions and dreams.  Help us see the impossible made possible. Break our chains.

Thank you that you have the final say.

We believe for it.

“For we live by faith, not by sight.” 2 Corinthians 5:7

~Elizabeth/Betsy