“Hello, God bless you. My name is Nora Ramierz and I would like to tell you of the wonderful miracles and the incredible power of God. Our God is a god of great love and mercy, and He demonstrates these characteristics in each of our lives. It is my desire to share with you the testimony of His love and mercy manifest in my life. Here’s my story:
My sons name is Juan Jose Zamorano Jr. He is only three years old and we call him Juanito. It is of him that I wish to speak to you. It all started when I was pregnant with him, and I was listening to the radio one morning. I heard the preaching of a man named Juan Perez as he was praying of the radio I heard the voice of Jesus speak to me through his voice. I felt the baby move in my womb as Jesus spoke these words to me, “Nora, If you really desire to have this child, you must pay attention to the words that my Father has for you, because this baby is going to bring a special part of God into the world.”
I listened to these words, but I wanted nothing to do with God. I remained in unbelief for the duration of my pregnancy. When I finally had Juanito, I remembered the words of Juan Perez and Jesus, but I didn’t think much of them. Two months later, Juanito suddenly became very sick. We took him to the hospital and over the course of nine days, he didn’t improve; in fact his condition only continued to worsen. I cried everyday and everyday the doctors would take him from me but they would leave me with no answers. Then one day something extraordinary happened.
As I was holding Juanito in my arms, the color began to leave him. I knew he was dying. Suddenly, I remembered the prophecy over his life, and I angrily asked God why he would take my child from me if He had such great plans for his life. I cried and cried and remembered the words that I heard on the radio. I began to pray for mercy and I said to God, “God, in your infinite mercy don’t take my baby away from me. If you want my life, take mine, but don’t take my baby. Have mercy on him.” As I looked back down at Juanito his color suddenly changed. I felt life flowing back into his veins, and I knew God had heard my cry. He had raised up his life, and I began to cry, thanking God for his extraordinary power and love.
This is the first miracle that I witnessed in the life of Juanito, but it was not the last. Even seeing this miracle I didn’t remember the promise I had made to God when I was pregnant until one day when my daughter was ten years old and invited me to church with her grandmother. Even though I was tired, I accepted her invitation. When I was there, I began to pray, and I strongly felt the presence of the Holy Spirit. My body began to shake and I was afraid because I didn’t know what was happening. I ran to the bathroom and began to vomit and nothing came out. God told me that he was expelling the lies from my life that had held me captive. After that experience, I felt more free than I’ve ever felt before. I was free in Jesus and the Holy Spirit began to guide me.
So when Juanito turned eight months old, he became sick again. He collapsed in my arms one afternoon at our house, and my husband and I immediately took him to the hospital. The doctor told me that Juanito had a powerful virus, but they weren’t sure what it was. They knew he was losing blood, and his blood pressure stopped so low that they were having trouble drawing any to analyze. The doctor told me that there wasn’t much they could do, and that if I was a praying woman, now was the time to start. I prayed for God’s mercy, but I heard a small, still voice say to me: “Let him go and give him to me.” I didn’t want to , but this message was repeated three times to me, and on the third time I cried out and told God that my child was His alone. About four hours later his blood pressure improved enough for the doctors to draw blood. After thirty minutes the night doctor came back to our room and asked us “Why did you brind this child to the hospital? What sickness does he have?” I told him that he had a virus in his blood, and only if he could have a transfusion was he going to survive. The doctor furrowed his brow and looked confused. “I don’t understand,” he said as he looked at the chart. “This child had bad blood but now he has new blood.” He checked to make sure that no one had given Juanito a transfusion, and no one had. We returned home and knew that he had been healed by God. This was the second wonderful miracle that God in his infinite mercy showed myself and my family.
As Juanito continued to grow, everything passed as normal until one day when Juanito was sixteen months old. When I wasn’t looking, Juanito walked into the street right in front of a car. It him so hard that he flew and the car almost drove over him. As I heard the noise and saw him lying under the car, I fell to my knees and screamed. I cried out for God as the car tried to move out of the way. I ran to the car and saw his little hand sticking out from under the car. I reached for it and heard voice say “Give him up.” I started to cry and suddenly saw my husbands cousin running towards us from her house. She pulled Juanito up and held him and said, “Look, Nora, he is fine, there is nothing wrong with him.” I didn’t want to look at him for fear of what I would see but she insisted that I look at him. It occurred to me later that God had guarded him and protected him the whole time, because Juanito got up on his own with out scrapes, burns, or broken bones. There is nothing that God cannot use for good.
I tell you of these things now so that you might believe in the power and mercy of God. If you seek Jesus, you will find him, and He will find your heart with the love of the Father. God bless you. Thank you.”
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Please keep Nora and her family in your prayers. They have become very dear to me and I really do believe that God has some big plans for that very special little boy!
