Lindsay Roberts

When our precious little son, Richard Oral, died after just thirty-six hours, I not only had a broken body that had been through the pain and trauma of childbirth, but I also had a broken heart. My whole world was shattered. And I had to make two decisions.

The first was whether or not I still believed my God. You know, God has to be God in the good times and in the bad times in your life. God has to be God when you’re up and when you’re down. And I found a Scripture that said Jesus came to heal my broken heart: “The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised, to preach the acceptable year of the Lord” (Luke 4:18˗19).

I knew Jesus wanted to heal me, but I also knew that there was a second decision I needed to make: Would I allow Jesus to heal me?

In just a matter of days after the memorial service for our little angel, my husband, Richard, was scheduled to preach a crusade in Nigeria, West Africa. I decided to go join him and to help preach and pray for the sick. That was the best decision of my life. When you are in need of a miracle, you need to go get into an atmosphere where miracles are happening. The Bible tells that faith comes by hearing the Word of God. Faith is built up when you see signs and miracles following the preaching of God’s Word. And in those services in Nigeria, I saw miracle after miracle of sickness and disease being completely healed—blind eyes opened, deaf ears healed, and the lame walking.

I said, “No matter what may come my way, God is my God. With babies or no babies… with money or without money… no matter what comes or goes in my life… God is my God.” And then the Lord spoke in my heart and said, “Even though your son died, have I fallen off the throne or am I still God to you?” I said, “Yes, God, You’re still my God.” And He spoke back in my heart and said, “Then there’s room for a miracle for you.”

I began to believe, right there in Nigeria, that not only could God heal my body and my heart, but He could—and would—give me the miracle child I longed for. And my three daughters—Jordan, Olivia, and Chloe—are the evidence that God is still on the throne and still working miracles.

Have you made a decision about God? Will He be your God no matter what happens to you? Make that decision today. And then begin to believe for the miracle God has for you!