MIRACLE CHILD

 One Saturday morning I was chatting with my parents on Skype and they had a new name for me, “Miracle Child” This was rather interesting and they informed me they had a compelling and powerful story to tell me, which illustrates the love of our Heavenly Father.

It was the early 80’s in Uganda. There was a lot of insecurity and soldiers would go on rampage.  They would invade homes and steal goods. This kind of climate caused a lot of unrest in the nation and fear enveloped homes.

My mom was in the kitchen and she heard someone turn the door knob of the front door. She glanced at the door wondering who that could be. She then looked at a cracked window and saw a gun muzzle sticking through the window. There were soldiers around the house. My siblings were in a state of confusion and fear crept the atmosphere.

Hurriedly, my mum went to tell my dad what was at hand. My dad instantly rushed out of the shower. He put on clothes and proceeded to the kitchen with no time to waste, still wet with some water from his shower. My dad scanned the situation and knew these were government soldiers. He knew the common practice of soldiers invading innocent homes during those turbulent times.

God's protection. He calms the storm

One of the soldiers shouted, “Open the door or will blow up the house!”  My dad immediately decided to open the door because he was firmly aware that another house was blown up nearby, and this was a serious threat. As soon as he opened the door, soldiers stampeded into the house like wild buffaloes in a game reserve. They entered the house fully armed.

As the soldiers browsed the house looking for items to steal, one of the soldiers cut my dad on the forehead with a knife and he started bleeding. My siblings kept yelling, “Don’t kill daddy!”

The soldiers began to ask, “Where is the money!” My dad had already handed some money to one of the soldiers earlier. He had no money to offer them at that point. This caused confusion among the soldiers and they became angry with each other. Agitated they turned to my parents and started shouting at the top of their lungs, “We can kill you!” Suddenly, one of them kicked my mum who was pregnant with me at the time. The blow to the belly started to cause her to miscarry.

The argument over money distracted the soldiers. My dad then felt he could escape and managed to maneuver out of the home. He dashed to the neighbor’s house with a bleeding face. He stayed in the neighbor’s house for a couple of hours. While in this house, he pondered the safety and well being of his family.

  Stealthily, my dad crept to the bedroom window and knocked at it. This got the attention of my mum and she looked at the window and saw my dad. Moments before, my mum hoped my dad was safe and when she saw him at the window, there was a sight of hope that quenched her eyes and entered her heart.  Immediately she saw this welcoming image of my dad alive, the process of miscarriage came to a standstill supernaturally. My dad continued to inquire if everyone was fine and the soldiers were gone.  The response to the inquiry was that all was fine. Full of relief, he departed.  

He then felt it would be better to return to his house in the morning because sometimes soldiers tended to linger around, waiting for the host of the house to return. This was a wise decision because typically a return to waiting soldiers ended in death. In the end, the peace of God came upon the situation and the storm was calmed. God said, “Peace be still” to the storm. As a result, order was restored to the situation.

"Every good and perfect gift" by Pamorama Jones

The cry of a baby in a mother’s womb is a prayer to our Heavenly Father. When the soldiers came into our home and started causing chaos, I felt the trauma in my mum’s womb and I cried out. The Father heard my cry (prayer) and responded.  God brought divine order to what was going on in the unseen realm.  The light of God overcame darkness. 

My dad managed to escape and the power of God reversed the process of miscarriage supernaturally. Two weeks later I was born. I was a gift from God to my parents. Babies are a gift to parents from the Heavenly Father. 

The love of God towards His people is indescribable. He stretched His loving arm to protect my family. He hears every heartbeat and sound of His children, and when they cry out He restores peace in the midst of chaos. What a loving Father we have!

I am a loved supernatural child!

Marlon Katsigazi 

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