Today's Miracle Monday is a story of God's miraculous protection submitted by Sister Connie Rossi from the Charlotte Branch.
December 6, 2010 is a day that will forever be my Miracle Day. Ten days earlier, I was going through some file folders and placing them in hanging files when one of the hanging file ends stabbed my right pointer fingernail. It hurt but I thought nothing of it and figured it would get better over time. Over the next several days, I forgot about it since there were no after-effects and I assumed it healed. However, I could not have been more wrong, and December 6, 2010 changed my life forever.
At 4 a.m. that chilly day in December, I woke up to throbbing pain in my right pointer finger. It was still dark outside, so I couldn’t really see what was going on with it. I tried to reach over to turn on the lamp on my nightstand, but I quickly realized I had absolutely no energy in my body to even turn over. I had never felt so weak in my entire life. Being an early riser, Brother Darrell was already out of bed, so I couldn’t ask him to turn on the light. I tried to call out for him, but I couldn’t get a sound out of me either. I suddenly felt cold as ice, as if I was standing outside in zero-degree weather with no coat on. No energy, freezing, excruciating pain, and burning up with a fever at the same time — what is going on with me?
I lay there for several hours not being able to move when finally at 6:30 a.m., Brother Darrell came into the room to check on me since I was usually up by then. He called out to me, and when I didn’t answer he turned on the light. I pointed to my finger and, believe me, it was beet red and swollen to the size of a kielbasa. Panic struck and he asked me what happened, and I couldn’t answer him. He tried to get me out of bed to take me to the ER, but I couldn’t move a muscle, so he called an ambulance. The pain was so intense I was in and out of awareness.