Miraculous Encounters

My precious 4-year-old son Evan was in his room playing on the day after Easter, 2003.  He decided he was going to be Spiderman, and he climbed up on his corner cabinet.  Even though the cabinet was quite heavy, when Evan jumped off of it, it fell forward and ended up landing on top of him.  I heard him scream, “Mommy!”  When I entered his room, his little legs were pinned under the cabinet.  He was crying, and blood was streaming from his mouth and nose.

I tried to move the cabinet, but it had fallen on him in an awkward position and was just too heavy to move.  I told him I was going to call for help, while I wiped his tears and blood.  I ran down the hall to call “911.”  They told me to remain calm and to keep Evan as calm as possible.  We talked on the phone for just a couple of minutes, but it seemed like everything around me was hazy and moving in slow motion.  When I returned to Evan’s room, I saw something amazing—the cabinet had been moved off of his legs and was lying beside him!

Evan’s legs were badly bruised and cut, but, miraculously, it didn’t seem like any bones were broken.  He was tired, so I didn’t question him about how the cabinet had been moved.  We went to the hospital, where a battery of tests and X-rays were done.  Evan was a little trooper, and the doctors said there were no internal injuries or broken bones.  After being in the hospital for two days, our little boy was home with us again.

On the evening Evan came home, I lay down with him to pray before bed, as we always did.  I said, “Evan, what do you want to pray for tonight?”  Without hesitation, he said, “I want to thank God for coming down from Heaven to pull me out from underneath the cabinet.”  Well, I think he could tell by my face that I was quite shocked.  So I asked him, “What did God look like?”  Evan said he had light brown hair, “just like you and me, Mommy,” and blue eyes.  He was wearing a white robe with “rainbow colors” all around it, and he had wings.  “Evan,” I said, “that sounds like your guardian angel.”

He said there were even little boys and girls in his room who had wings.  The boys had white hair, and the girls had brown.  They wore blue and white robes.  I told him they sounded like “cherubs.”  I asked Evan if he was scared when the big angel came down to help, and he said, “No, Mommy, because he took my hand and said, ‘Don’t be afraid; I’m going to pull you out, and it won’t hurt.’”

I also asked Evan if the little cherubs said anything, and Evan said, “Yes! They said, ‘Ouch!  That must’ve hurt!’”  (That was so cute; it made me laugh inside.)  Evan also said the big angel “looked like Jesus and flew up through the ceiling.”  Finally, Evan concluded his story by saying, “I liked the most when my angel pulled me out because the whole room was sparkly and really beautiful.”

There’s an old saying: “Out of the mouths of babes comes the truth.”  The purity and sincerity with which Evan told his story convinced me that angels do exist.  They certainly made a miracle happen for my little boy that day!