One summer day, my sons and I were getting ready to bale hay with the
tractors on my farm, when I noticed that one of my cows were out, so I

sent two of my sons with a tractor to get the cow back into the pasture.

      When they returned, I expected them to hook up to the wagon that I

was sitting on, but to my surprise, they went to the shed instead.  I saw

my son, Mike get off the tractor and put something into the shed.  Then

he got back onto the tractor, looked around to make sure the way was

clear, and began to back up.

     Then, there was a loud noise and Mike started screaming.  I was more

than four hundred feet away, and yet, I had heard the "crack" when the

ten thousand five hundred pound tractor ran over my three and a half year

old son, Justin's head.  Instantly, I knew it was Justin.  To make matters

worse, the ground where Justin was ran over was "hard as rock", with no

give at all.  

     When I arrived on the scene, Justin was stiff as a board.  At first, I

panicked, then the "peace" of the Lord came over me, and I began to pray.

He was the first son, as a "born again believer", I had dedicated to the Lord.

     We called "9-1-1" and then, not wanting to wait, I put Justin in the pickup

truck and started the twenty miles to the hospital.  Within one mile, Justin

quit breathing.  I slid to a stop and pulled over and was ready to do CPR and

then, I began to cry out to God, and he began to breathe again.  This happened

two more times on the way to the hospital.

     We made it to the local hospital, the doctors told us, Justin would not survive

since his skull was cracked.  They immediately took him via ambulance to a

bigger hospital with me by his side.  At the time, I did not know a lot about the

Word of God being a "newly, born-again believer", but I did know the Bible said, 

Jesus would do a miracle when His followers prayed and believed in His Name,

the Name of Jesus.  The Name Above All Names.  I knew I could "stand" on the

Word of God.

     This happened on a Saturday evening, and all day Sunday, Justin was getting

worse.  There was pressure building up in his brain, and the doctors explained

that his only chance was immediate brain surgery to give his brain a place to swell.

They told me to "prepare to lose him" that he would die!

     The doctors said that areas of the brain would have permanent damage, affecting

his speech and his right side.  If he would live, he would have to spend months in

Wichita, Kansas learning to talk again, that he would never walk without a limp,

and that he would have to take medication against seizures for the rest of his life.

The Holy Spirit rose up in me and I said, "NO, Justin will live and he will walk out

of this hospital walking and talking in twenty days or less!"

     The doctors took Justin's skull bone out from just above his eyebrows to the middle

of his head to give his brain a place to swell.  It was to be left out for eight weeks, frozen

in nitrogen to preserve it.  The doctors did not believe it could be put back after that time

because of his age being three and a half years old, as the skull bone would not be calcified

enough to keep in the nitrogen.

     Justin was alive and unconscious for five days.  When he finally came to, on the Fourth

of July, we still did not know if he would be able to talk or walk.  Two nights later, the duty

nurse was eating a cup of yogurt while sitting by him.  Justin looked up at her and plainly

asked, "What are you eating?"  She about lost it.  We were seeing God doing miracles so

great right before our eyes...Nothing is impossible with God!  At that time, Justin could

speak now, but still he could not move his right side.

     On the twelfth day, the doctor came in and stuck needles in Justin's right foot to see

if there was any change.  He looked at Justin and said, "It's time for you to straighten up

your act, raise that leg."  To the astonishment of all, he lifted it up! 

     On the nineteenth day, on my birthday, Justin walked and talked out of that hospital!

A birthday present, I will never forget!

     The skull bone was still out of Justin's head, so he came home wearing a protective

helmet, but he was talking and walking, just like I told the doctors he would, in twenty days

or less and it was in nineteen days!  I stood in the "gap between life and death" or Justin

would not be alive today!  I spoke "faith filled word and life" over Justin!  There is power in

your words!

     The doctor's other concern was regarding the lining of Justin's brain, which was torn.

They had patched it like an inner-tube, but he would likely have to have a plastic plate put

in his head.

     I told the doctors that I was praying, that Justin was going to be fine, and he would even

be able to have his own skull bone put back in.  Eight weeks later, the doctors did end up

putting Justin's own skull bone back in, and a nurse said the brain lining looked perfect.

We serve a Miracle Working God!

     Justin's miraculous healing has had a powerful impact in my family's life and the

surrounding areas.  Justin has been on the 700 Club with Pat Robertson twice.  Once

to see and hear him at age three and a half years old and then, six years later, when he

was nine and a half years old, as a follow up story to show people he was totally healed

and normal!  At that time, Justin's story generated more ministry for the 700 Club than ever!

     Today, the only evidence of Justin's accident is a scar under his hairline from ear to ear

and only shows if he cuts his hair real short!  Jesus Christ healed him totally!  He is the

same yesterday, today, and forever!  Justin does not take any medication even today!

"...By Whose Stripes Ye Were Healed." 1 Peter 2:24. 

     Justin went to Manhattan, Kansas and completed his study in drafting.  He is very

talented with his hands, fixing business places and homes up with rock fronts and fireplaces.

     "Blessing and honour and glory, and power, be unto him that sitteth upon the throne,

and unto the Lamb for ever and ever."