Sometimes God chooses to speak in mental images, pictures or symbols, rather than through the Bible or His direct personal words to us. In 1993, I was in the shower, and I was praying in the Spirit. Suddenly, I saw my middle son in a coffin! Immediately, my prayer language went into warfare mode, as I yelled, "Devil, in the name of Jesus, you will not have my son!" I prayed with a sense of urgency for angels around him, and the blood of Jesus over him.
As I stepped out of the shower, the phone was ringing. It was my youngest son saying there had just been a car accident. I had been alerted to pray the moment it was happening. The son I'd seen in the coffin had a head injury, and the life squad was on the way. I raced to the scene, and prayed fervently as I accompanied him on the way to the hospital. He was crying out from the gurney, "I'm leaving my body!” I declared “Oh no, you’re not!” The intensity of my prayers increased.
It took two days before they finally performed a CAT scan, since he was complaining of persistent headaches. It turned out that he had a very large, potentially life-threatening blood clot on the back left surface of his brain. The neurosurgeon decided to wait and see what another CAT scan would show in a day or two.
That night, I told my husband we needed to pray that if the Lord did not want the surgeon to wait, he would change his mind. The next morning, I woke up very early, and immediately heard in my spirit “Psalm 126:3.” When I looked it up, it said, "The Lord has done great things for us, whereof we are glad." I then knew in my heart, without any doubt, that our son would be alright.
A few minutes later, the ICU nurse called from the hospital and said the surgeon had changed his mind overnight, and was going to operate as soon as possible. She asked us to try to get there before an operating room opened up. My husband and I prayed and worshipped all the way to the hospital. Gratefully, we arrived in time to see our son before he was wheeled into surgery. He was 19 years old, and legally an adult. Suddenly he said, “I wish I hadn’t signed the permission for surgery. I don’t want to do this.”
Great boldness rose up in me. At this point, my mother’s heart knew no way to protect him from the words I had to say. I simply said, “You have made a very good decision, son. You need to have the surgery to remove the blood clot. Without it, you could die.” He was shocked, and said, “I could die?!” Looking him straight in the eyes, I said yes, he could. Fortunately, he agreed to go through with the surgery. By the grace of God, I contained my emotions as they wheeled him away.
Throughout the hours of surgery, the Lord gave me perfect peace! It was definitely supernatural peace. I prayed, worshipped, and comforted strangers in the waiting room. I thought of Isaiah 26:3—“Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on Thee: because he trusts in Thee.” Most of all, the Holy Spirit’s word to me that morning (Psalm 126:3) sustained me. I knew He was doing something great with our son, and we would be glad! Our son recovered. God is good, and He speaks today!