The medical doctor in astonishment repeats, "How is she walking?" The room is long and narrow with a window high and a medical examining table at the far end. The doctor is standing on one side of the room and my parents seated on the other side. I have made the trip from the door to the table 3 or 4 times now and with each trip I hear "How is she walking?"
Polio struck our home in 1953 I was 22 month old. Polio is a highly infectious viral disease that is sometimes crippling and sometimes deadly. in the 20th century it was the most fared because there was no cure and it would hit almost every summer leaving hundreds of thousands of children paralyzed or dead. I was placed in isolation at the Marment hospital in Kanawha County for 4 months. I was now a full two years old sent home with crutches and a long leg brace with corrective shoes. My parents were instructed to keep up the therapy to help me learn to walk.
I am now six years old and the doctor is astonished and keeps repeating, "How is she walking". He lifts me up to the examining table and instructed me to lift my left leg. With everything I can, I command the leg to lift but is does not. My left leg hangs off the table limp. He leaves the room and returns with another doctor. He says, "Watch her walk. I don't know how she walking." He lifts me down and instructs me to walk the long examining room. I walk back and forth for three more times. The other doctor lifts me up to the examining table. Takes the right leg and says, "hold your leg out straight." With no problem on command, my right leg lifts and holds out straight. The doctor looks at me and says, "Now do that with your left leg." Again with everything in me I do so will my left leg to obey and move but there is no movement. He lifts me down and says "Please, walk for me little one." I walk to the end of the room five more times. With a voice of cheer, one of them says, "I see it. I know what she is using!" Then the discussions goes on and on with my parents. Most of it I don't understand. Then one of the doctors says something I very much understand. "If this sugary is not done, you must understand by the time she is 30 she will have a lot of problems." Remember, I am six years old. I will never forget what went through my little mind. "What do I care? By the time I am 30 I will be too old and ready to die." I laugh every time I think of that day and I hear the doctor saying, "How is she walking".
In spite of what the enemy tried to do to my family, God heard the prayers of my mother and grandparents. Many children died from polio, my life was spared. A definition for a miracle in the "Oxford Dictionary" is "a surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and therefore considered to be the work of a divine agency". I do not walk like the original design of God. He had something different for me. He reworked His design to baffle the young physicians and give me a full life. To me it is a miracle that I have walked all these years. I am still walking these days . I did have some problems when I hit my 30's and received a miracle again. I will give you a hit, I didn't die! Come back to read the rest of the story next time. God set me up when I was 6 years old for this next miracle.
Wanda, a walking miracle
Love it, Wanda! And watching you walk all these years, be a mother, a wife, a teacher, a choir member, has been a blessing! Can't wait for Part 2!
I shared with you in the last story that God had set me up for a miracle in the future. Here is the rest of the story.
I had been saved and baptized at the age of 12 but was not discipled and therefore fell from fellowship and made a lot of poor choices and that is another story with miracles. At the age of 28 I made Jesus Christ LORD of my life. My mother said to me before she died “I don’t worry about you anymore Wanda”. She knew I was on the right path. She died when I was 29. That is a whole other story about grief and how God carried me through that development of my spirit.
I am now thirty two and faithfully walking with the LORD for fourteen years. I had three sons, a young husband and our livers were filled with work, school and church. We were your typical young American family. The mild inconveniences of polio had been something I lived with each day. The enemy had at times tried to slow me in raising a family and serving the Kingdom of heaven but I gave him no mind. Polio was in my past and had nothing to do with my today.
Let me give you a little more information on how the virus affected the body. It strikes ALL the muscles, even the involuntary; the heart, lung and digestive system and some more server than others. I don’t ever remember what I call my “sewer system” working without a lot of assistance. For me eliminating waste had always been a challenge. As I got older I had become impacted many times. My sister Della, who is an RN, instead I see a gastrologist. She and I made the appointment and I went through the testing, x-rays and ct-scans. The results were, yes he could hear very faint bowl sounds but there was nothing that could be done to improve the strength of the colon muscles. His answer was a permanent colostomy. My sister and I left the office knowing that would be a very big decision. I had a young husband and children to raise. That was not something that would fit in my life. I told her I would have to pray and I did.
At the Nazarene Church in Ripley, I went to the Alter alone. I told no one of the difficulties I was facing nor did I go before the LORD in fear. I had a very calm spirit knowing this was not new to God. Remember, He saw me in that examining room when I was six years old. He had made sure I heard what the doctor said and that I never forget those words. This is how I prayed, “LORD of my life, You alone can fix this. The medical field once again has no answers. The way I see it we have three options; one You heal me, two You change my young husbands heart to accept the colostomy, or three You take me home. Father I am good with whatever You decide”. I got up from the Alter and never gave it a thought again. I laid that down and never looked back.
In about three weeks I was standing for the alter call at the end of a service when one of the ladies came to me and said “Wanda, the LORD said you need to go to the Alter”. I looked at Linda with a blank stare and stepped out to knee before our God. I had no idea why I was going forward, remember I had laid it down and walked away. But I will never turn down a change to go before the LORD. Linda began to pray a healing prayer speaking to the weakness of the muscles and commanding my body to work . I began to laugh with delight that God had not forgot. He wanted to make sure I knew it was Him and not just a fluke. Linda looks at me and said “Did any of that make since to you”? My answer was “Oh yes, I know exactly what you were praying!”
The church was about fifteen minutes from my house. When I pulled up to get out of the car I felt a stirring in my stomach that I had never felt before, it was very strange to me. As I walked up the sidewalk I rejoiced that the “sewer system” in this house was healed! I have not had that kind of problems again and that has been 33 years ago.
I have some other challenges with the effects of polio but God knows all about it and He is not surprised. The question everyday is “Do you trust Me Wanda?” My answer is “Yes LORD I trust YOU”. Can you say the same? Do you need God to move in an area of your life? Answer with me today “Yes LORD I trust YOU”.
And this is where YOU are the author! Please share your miracles, your struggles and your victories with us here!