About 7:30 in the evening on July 28, 2001, three of my sisters and I, along with our children, were visiting my parents. Skylar, my four year old, was riding bicycles with the older boys out in the pasture about a half mile from the house. I had just turned to warn my older son not to ride down the hill because of the steep incline, when I realized that Skylar had already started down. The next thing I knew the bicycle was out of control and he had gone over the side of a cliff. When I got to him he wasn’t moving and he wasn’t crying. He was tangled in the wheel of the bicycle, lying on his stomach with his chin twisted past his shoulder, resting on his shoulder blade. It was a terrifying sight to see Skylar’s head bent almost backwards. His left arm was back behind him with his wrist above his right shoulder. His eyes were half open, in a fixed position, down and to the corner. He was blue and not breathing.
When I saw Skylar in that distorted position and not breathing, I didn’t have to be told that it was bad. I just started screaming. In spite of the obvious head and neck injury, I turned his head forward so that he could breathe. But, when he still didn’t start breathing—I turned his whole body straight, hoping that would help. When that didn’t work, I became hysterical. My three sisters and I are nurses, one RN and three LVN, but we couldn’t seem to pull ourselves together to know what to do medically. It was as though none of us had one brain cell functioning. My sister Donna just picked him up and stood there.
When my oldest sister, Cynthia, finally got to the scene of the accident, the first thing she did was to lay her hand over on Skylar’s head and start rebuking the enemy. She kept saying, “I rebuke you, Satan, in the Name of Jesus—you get your hands off Skylar—you cannot have him!” Then she started pleading the Blood of Jesus and quoting Psalm 91 over him. Hearing God’s Word coming out of Cynthia’s mouth pulled me back to my senses. I sent one of my sisters for her car, and we headed for the nearest hospital—which was about seventeen miles away.
On the way to the hospital we did some rescue breaths on Skylar, and he would breathe for a few minutes and then stop. I tried to hold his head and neck straight, but the whole time his eyes were still fixed. Cynthia and I continued to speak Psalm 91 over Skylar and to command his body to line up with God’s Word—but nothing was coming out as eloquently as I wanted. All that I could say was, “Bones, be like you’re supposed to be—Body, be like you are supposed to be—in Jesus’ Name.”
I remember thinking—“God, how can you ask us to praise You in every situation—how can I praise you when my child is in danger?” And I felt like the Lord impressed me, “Just do it—you don’t have to know why—just do it!” I was able to give God one sentence—“Lord, I give you the Glory and the Honor and the Praise.” (I wasn’t giving God the praise from thinking that He sent this situation—I was giving God the praise because of who He is and because His Word said to praise Him in all things.) The whole way we prayed in the Spirit and quoted Psalm 91 over him.
When we got to the hospital in Comanche,Texas,they immediately put a neck brace on him, but he still wasn’t responding. By then he had started breathing on his own, but his eyes were still fixed. Then he started throwing up—another sign of a bad head injury.
As soon as they had Skylar in X-ray, I called one of our pastors to get some of the intercessors praying. I knew we needed help. As much as we had been taught, I was still unprepared when the tragedy actually happened. As he prayed, peace came over me and I suddenly knew that everything was going to be OK.
The X-rays showed an obvious break in the C-1 vertebra (the first vertebra under the head) and Skylar still wasn’t responding. He was immediately, with the X-rays, air-flighted to Cook’s Children’s Hospital in Fort Worth, TX.
Since I was still in my scrubs from working all day, they didn’t realize at Cook’s Hospital that I was the mother, so they had me helping to draw the blood on Skylar. I was listening as the trauma nurse reported to the doctor when he came in –“he has a C-1 fracture, his eyes are deviated and down to the left, he stopped breathing, etc.” The doctor was shocked when he discovered I was the mother. I could never have been that peaceful without all the prayers.
The only thing that seemed to calm Skylar while we were waiting was to put my hand on his forehead and pray Psalm 91 over him. Even though Skylar was not awake through all of this, once when I paused in my praying, Skylar said, “Amen!” From the moment that he responded from an unconscious state—giving his agreement to that prayer—I knew he would be fine, in spite of the seriousness of his condition. Finally, they wheeled him in for more X-rays and for a CAT scan to see if there was any bleeding in the brain cavity.
When the doctor finally came in he had a very strange look on his face, and all he could say was, “He’s going to be all right!” Then, after consulting with the radiologist, they came in saying, “We don’t know how to explain this, but we can find no head trauma (brain swelling or bleeding) and we cannot find a C-1 fracture.” They had the Comanche hospital X-rays with the obvious break, but their X-rays showed no sign of a break.
There are no words to describe the joy and the gratitude and the excitement that we felt at that moment. All the nurses were pouring in to tell us how lucky we were and all I could say was, “Luck had nothing to do with this. This was God!” I was not about to let Satan have one ounce of glory. I knew that it was a miracle and that it was God who had healed him, however, he still wasn’t responding very well so they put us in the pediatric ward of the ICU to monitor him. The next morning the nurse came in and scratched him on the head, assuming she would get the same response (nothing) that she had gotten the day before. But this time when she scratched him and called out his name he said, “What?” Everyone, including the nurse, jumped–and then rejoiced!
From that point on he was able to wake up and respond. The doctor was just amazed. He said, “I don’t know what to tell you. There was definitely a break on that other X-ray, but he is obviously OK now. I don’t know how to explain it.” He didn’t have to explain it. I knew what had happened. God is so good!
Skylar has always been very close to my mother, and I found out something very interesting after we got home. Two weeks prior to the accident, Skylar had been telling her that it was time for him to go be with Jesus. And, mother would say, “No, Skylar, why would you say that? It’s not time for you to go be with Jesus.” But he would emphatically say, “Yes, it is! I’ve got to go” And she would argue with him, but she said she didn’t think too much about it since he’s only four years old. But, after the accident my mother knew that there was warfare going on, and it was God’s promise in Psalm 91 that finally won the battle.
Since the day we left the hospital, Skylar has been a perfectly normal, healthy little boy with no problems and no side effects from the accident. He is truly a miracle!
-Testimony given by Skylar's mother, Audra
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