Miracles still happen


If you had asked me a little more than a week ago, I would have said that I had never experienced a miracle myself. I have heard of miraculous healing and protection, and of course read the biblical stories of Jesus raising people from the dead. I have always believed that God can do it. I have just never been in a position myself where I have experienced supernatural acts.

I also know that being a Christian is not a “get out of jail free” card is for all the bad things in life and that everything is just grace.

Nevertheless, my world almost came crashing down when I was diagnosed with a leaking aortic valve in my heart in May last year, just eight weeks after the birth of our second child. The doctor wanted to perform open heart surgery to replace the valve with a steel valve. On the sonar, I could see for myself how the blood pushes back into the “wrong” heart chamber with every beat of my heart. At that stage my youngest was only eight weeks old and my oldest almost three years old.

Such an operation is huge, with a 6-week recovery period and other future implications for my health. How would I take care of my children at this time? What if something went wrong during the operation and my children had to grow up without a mother? Death is not something one should dwell on when you are 34 and apparently perfectly healthy.

The doctor suggested we wait until my children are a few months older before we decide on the operation.

Crying, I made an appointment for seven months later. I would now have to live with this sword over my head. I spent the following months struggling with postpartum depression and anxiety, trying desperately not to think about the future.

I started with intensive Bible study and prayers – our relationship with God is often at its best when things are going badly. I read how Jesus performed several miracles: The woman with a flow of blood who was healed just by touching Jesus: “Your faith has saved you” (Luke 8:43-48) and the paralyzed man who was carried on a stretcher through the roof let down is: “Get up, pick up your bed and walk” (Mark 2:8).

Would God do that for me too? I realize that God does not always answer prayers the way we want them to, but still I kept clinging to Jeremiah 29:11: “I know what I plan for you, says the Lord: prosperity and not adversity; I want to give you a future, an expectation!”.

“Let your will be done” I often heard family members pray. But what if God’s will for me does not match what I want?

At this time I also enlisted the help of my homeopath – a fantastic and God-fearing doctor in Pretoria – and took quite a few steps to ensure my heart is as healthy as possible. I am a very big supporter of the fact that one cannot simply sit with folded hands when you ask God for something. At least you have to bring your side too.

The day of the dreaded follow-up appointment with the cardiologist approached. I prayed for peace. I was now convinced that, should I have the operation, God would not abandon me. That it would bring about even further growth in my relationship with him. Still, I continued to pray for supernatural healing. For a miracle, because for God it is possible, even though I have never experienced it myself. I knew that with everything in me.

February 1, the day of the follow-up investigation, did arrive the day before last Thursday. Against all expectations, I experienced a supernatural calm. Something I prayed very hard for as well.

I wondered if the doctor would be able to see my heart racing while doing the sonar. I was almost too scared to look at the blood flow in my heart on the screen. I imagined it looked different than last time, but unfortunately I’m not a specialist. Finally comes the doctor’s diagnosis: “Mrs Krige, you need as little valve replacement as I need one”.

The valve is still leaking, but its nature is so minimal that a follow-up examination is not even necessary.

I am grateful for the growth in my faith and relationship with God since I got the bad news about my heart last year. I properly learned to trust in Him and ask for His will. He truly uses our darkest times to the glory of His name.

I realize that God does not always answer our prayers and not everyone is miraculously healed. I don’t have answers to this, but I know one thing for sure: God is still working miracles today. Nothing is impossible for Him.