The Purpose and Power of Prophecy : A Testimony 18 Years Overdue
September 9, 2021 1:19 PM
Every Knee Shall Bow
God bless you all brothers and sisters in Christ.
The Lord has been reminding me of an unfulfilled promise I made to Him 18 years ago. I’m glad He has reminded me (I only have remembered it a few times in the past years and less and less as times goes by). However He has brought it to my attention now and is pressing me to fulfil it. I have never been hesitant to, just waiting for the right moment to act on it. I don’t know why, but it never seemed like it was the right time in the past and He never asked me to before now.
“If a man vows a vow to the Lord, or swears an oath to bind himself by a pledge, he shall not break his word. He shall do according to all that proceeds out of his mouth.”
Before I continue, I recommend all to obey the word (Matthew 5:37) and not promise things to the Lord. Not even in your mind/heart. However, I had already done it when I learned this in my spirit years later and once done, it’s due.
“But I say unto you, That every idle word that men shall speak, they shall give account thereof in the day of judgment.”
The promise was to share this picture of my then 2-month-old premature baby boy Marcos with others. I’ll explain:
On November 3, 2002 I gave birth to triplets at 25 weeks or 6 months (gestational age). They were born 15 weeks earlier than needed. I had two boys and a girl. Their names were: Andrea Isabel, Diego Sebastián, and Marcos René. Andrea and Diego were a bit bigger, delivered at the same time, and healthier, but Marcos was the last one to be delivered and received his first CPR ‘session’ right there by my side in the delivery room. Many more would later come.
I remember talking to the Lord in my mind as I watched them work on him: “Oh God, he’s so frail. He’s in such a delicate condition”. My other two babies had been quickly shown to me and taken out of the room to the NICU and as the doctors worked on Marcos, they said: “Mom, he’s very weak. We may have to rush him out of here to the NICU without you seeing him”. I agreed: “Of course. I understand”.
It would be very difficult to explain all the thoughts and feelings I had. The powerlessness. The grief. The terror.
Five days after her birth my daughter Andrea passed away. She had been the healthiest of the three. Then Diego’s health began deteriorating (he had been the second healthiest of the three) and I remember visiting my grandma’s house after a hospital visit. It was just us at her house that day and I was so sad and scared I could barely talk to her.
She was a godly woman who spent many hours of her life praying on her knees to her Father in heaven. At some point she approached me and said: “I need to share something with you. I didn’t know how or when to tell you this, but I have to. God gave me a dream about you a couple weeks ago, but I didn’t dare tell you. In the dream you were standing on a rock by a river that was flowing downwards. Then I saw two dead babies flow down the river. I began to cry and I heard the voice of the Lord tell me: the third one will live”.
This was yet another prophetic dream from my grandmother. God gave her dreams. She spoke it with love and tenderness… also in obedience to her Father. She knew her words would make my heart faint. She shared them anyway. Although in my heart I knew she heard from God, my mind did not want to receive it. That’s not what I wanted to hear. I wanted my babies to live. I was ‘supposed’ to have triplets. They were my babies. So my response to her was: “ Oh, granny. Maybe you just had that dream because you heard the babies are not doing well. Maybe it’s just that”. I didn’t ‘process’ then that she’d probably had that dream even before I had given birth. She looked at me with so much love and replied: “Dear, have you prayed about this? Have you asked the Lord to do His will in this?”
Of course I hadn’t. Doesn’t God want what I want? What I want is good. Is the right thing. Those were my thoughts, but I would not dare tell her.
Then, she gently grabbed my hand and took me to the side of her bed. Her praying spot. She didn’t speak. We both kneeled and she prayed for me. That was the first time in my life I prayed for God’s will to be done, in spite of mine. I knew that was the right thing to do. I did that in a moment when I couldn’t believe how I’d survive the pain of God taking the life of one of my baby boys.
The next day Diego passed away.
Marcos had always been the smallest, weakest, and sickest of the three. How could he survive? I could see in the doctor’s and nurse’s faces they were just waiting for him to not make it either. They were always scared. I was too. I learned then what real terror feels like. I learned what brokenness is. I learned what it was to hang ONLY on the Lord’s promise made through my grandma: “the third one will live.”
I’ll fast forward to 2 months later when that picture was taken.
At the hospital, I was not allowed to take pictures at will. In order to take my babies’ pictures I had to request written permission that could or not be granted. Those were their policies.
As a result I only have one picture of Andrea and one of Diego with three fourths of their faces covered because they were taking phototherapy at the time and their masks weren’t removed. So, I’ll see their full smiling faces for the first time when I get to heaven.
I had asked permission to take Marcos’ picture for the day he turned two months. His weight was exactly 2 pounds and I don’t need words to describe him. Watch the picture carefully. I remember being able to thank God and celebrate this milestone, because I was holding onto that promise He had made us. I also remember telling the Lord (here comes the promise I made): “When Marcos leaves this hospital, I will share this picture with people as a testimony of what you can do”.
Marcos left the hospital 2 months after that picture. A real long journey that lasted many years began with him. I never forgot my words, but was very protective of anything related to the babies, our family’s grieving process, and the challenges we would encounter with Marcos and his health. I didn’t want people talking nonsense about him or what had happened to my babies. I just needed the Lord. God never left him and healed him from: ROP (almost lost his full sight), he has perfect vision now; COPD (very weak lung functioning for many years), he later became a high endurance athlete doing 5K and 10K races, and developmental/cognitive challenges (he received all kinds of therapies you can imagine to be able to do basically everything), however was able to enter college at 16. Absolutely ALL glory to God. This is for all to know the Lord that we serve. Hallelujah! This is by no means to put a spotlight on him or myself. Our family knows very well each one of our breaths and heartbeats is allowed by the Lord Almighty and there is no good in us outside of Him.
God knew not to ask me for something I was just not able to do then (share the picture). He loves me and never has asked me for more than I could bear, sometimes barely, but bearable, nevertheless. Only He knows why now is the time.
So, I have shared the picture as promised. I thank Him for the chance to do it and to be able to share the purpose and power of prophecy.
Among many other things that could be even hidden to us at the moment (we’ll know in full when we’re with the Lord), prophecies…
- Set a distance between who the Almighty God is and us. Attest of His power and our lack of it.
- Are outside our possibilities (we can’t make them come true or disable them)
- Are for us to TEST (my grandma asking me to pray about it and look for God’s will is a good example)
- Are for us to BELIEVE – Jesus said unto her, “Said I not unto thee that if thou would believe, thou should see the glory of God?”
- Become the lifeline of His children
- Help direct our steps
- Are truthful and will be fulfilled
Marcos is 18 years old now, (although I gave birth to him) is above all a dear brother in Christ to me, and a contributor to this site and the Church of God on earth with the words and dreams God has given him to share. A vessel at the service of His Master the Lord Jesus Christ.
Here are the links to the blog we share and his channel:
“For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the LORD, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.” Jeremiah 29:11