When Heaven Interrupts: A Miracle in My Living Room

“We all pull into the open parking stall and praise god for it,

But the big miracles in life we doubt or question.”

This summer I took a trip to my hometown in Northern Canada to visit my family and friends with my son. It’s been a whole year since I was last there and I am so incredible grateful that I was able to make this trip. Spending time in nature – the mountains, trees, fresh air, fishing, hiking, are all things I have missed deeply since moving to West Texas. I always enjoy my visits up North and cherish all the moments spent catching up with loved ones.

In truth though – this trip was harder than past trips. This trip contained a tremendous amount of prayer, answer seeking, and soul reflecting. It feels as though the spiritual thermostat has been turned up 1000 degrees, and to be honest, I am struggling to keep up. Releasing control has been a common theme in my life, and lives of those around me, as of late.

I still don’t fully have words for what happened that Friday. But I’m going to try my best.

To be completely honest – If I had not witnessed this firsthand, I might not have believed it myself.

Did that really happen like that? Did I see that correctly? What explanation is there for this?

But it did happen. I saw it with my own two eyes. And it’s the most black and white way God has ever shown himself to me.

I believe we are entering a season of life that is truly unlike any other.

I’m not asking you to believe in miracles because of one story – I’m just telling you what I witnessed. And, if you ever find yourself needing a miracle, I hope you remember this one.

Friday July 18th, 2025

Axel is three now and is in the stage of life where he wants to take on every single challenge he sees (yikes!). The number of scrapes and bruises this kid gets daily – it’s insane. I was raised in a house full of girls and let me tell you… boys are built different, y’all.

One Friday in Canada, Axel was playing outside and started screaming. When my sister went to the backyard to check on him, he was screaming at the back door – unable to lift his arm to open the door. He made his way over to me (I was in the bathroom at the time), still screaming and crying.

I’m used to scratches, bruises, and crying, but this time was different.

His arm was limp at his side, and he kept screaming “My arm! My arm! It hurts mama! It hurts so much! My arm hurts!” He was barely able to speak between the screams of pain.

I remember looking down at him and knowing that something was very wrong.

“Where does it hurt?” I asked him, as I knelt to examine the arm.

“Everywhere. It hurts all over,” he yelled, the limp arm still dangling at his side.

“Can you move it?” I replied.

“No, I can’t” he yelled back, still screaming.

I reached over and gently looked at his arm. There was noticeable bruising and swelling on the forearm, specifically. I bent his arm at the elbow ever so slightly, as gentle as I could, and I instantly heard a very loud audible, cracking noise. I have never heard this sound before but the closest I can describe it is a tree branch being snapped in half and all the little branches breaking. My body shivered at the sound. While I did this, he let out a bloodcurdling scream and I instantly knew – this was not a normal injury.

I attempted to pick him up and he screamed at me that he didn’t want to be touched because it hurt so bad. I ushered him over to the couch as he continued screaming.

My mom is a nurse, so I yelled for my sister to go get her.

Axel does not have a Canadian health care card, so any hospital visits would be completely out of pocket. Canada does not function the same as the US, and there are no “cash pay” discounts. Plus, we would be paying foreign fees, as well.

Mom walked in and I quickly gave her the download.

“I think his arm is broken, what do I do? He has no health care card I have no idea what to do right now,” I desperately said to her.

She knelt and looked at the arm.

My mom went into full nurse mode, which I have seen her do before. Super calm. Super collected. Not panicked. Just evaluating the situation.

At this point I ran and grabbed some ice for it. Mom felt the arm very quickly and he let out more screams. The blue bruising and swelling had gotten exponentially worse and was getting increasingly worse, with every moment. The arm was hot to the touch with a noticeable bulge that she felt when examining it. My mom is very composed individual, but I could tell she knew this was a bad injury. Without an x-ray to be certain, she confirmed that it was broken.

Immediately my mom laid her hands on him. I quickly followed suit and laid hands as well.

“Lord we know you are a God of healing. You are so incredible Lord, and we know you have the power to heal this. We are asking you to heal this in the name of Yeshua. We are asking for full and complete healing over axels arm.”

Axel at the end of the prayer said, “Amen.”

That was all. It was a quiet, quick prayer. A simple one. A calm one. I have never felt this during a prayer before… but this overwhelming feeling of peace came over me, and I knew God was going to heal him in that instant.

Axel stopped crying immediately and within moments, the bruising and swelling was going away.

It happened so quickly, so peacefully, so swiftly, it almost felt like a dream.

Mom and I looked at each other, stunned.

“Am I crazy or is the bruising gone?” she asked

“You’re not crazy. It is gone.” I said, examining his arm.

“The swelling too?” she said

“Yes,” I replied. “I don’t actually have words right now.”

All signs of injury had vanished. In fact – Axel was so good at this point that about 30 seconds to a minute later he was jumping around, fully using his arm, ready to play again.

We didn’t speak for a little afterwards, I think because we were trying to process what just happened.

“We just witnessed a miracle.” She said, in pure disbelief. “God just healed his arm.”

“I know. I can’t believe that just happened… I am in shock,” I replied.

“No one is going to believe us.” She said back.

“No, you’re right. They won’t. I don’t even fully believe it and I just saw that with my own two eyes.”

“This is so crazy. I am so thankful right now. Thank you, Father, for healing Axel.” She said.

The moments following the miracle were pure shock. Digesting what I witnessed, with my own two eyes, and trying to rationalize it using science and my knowledge of the world.

Could there be any explanation for what I just saw?

Could I have over exaggerated the injury?

My mom was in full nurse brain. She is trained. She saw the color, swelling, bulge, screams. It wasn’t dramatized.

What about the “Pulled elbow” theory?

I later investigated nursemaids elbow (which sometimes pops back into place and instantly feels better) but that doesn’t cause swelling, bruising, bulging, crunching.

Can adrenaline explain it?

Adrenaline can make you run on a broken leg, but it won’t make swelling, color change, and misalignment disappear.

Could it have just looked bad?

Very unlikely. This was a scream-bend-crunch-bruising-bulge moment. Again, my mom is a nurse. She doesn’t panic over a scaped knee.

There are no good medical explanations for what I witnessed.

Which is exactly the point.

We say we believe in a God that still does miracles… but when one happens in front of us, we race to explain it away.

We will praise him for opening parking spots and job opportunities, but when something truly unexplainable happens – something that breaks all the rules of science and logic – we hesitate.

“Maybe it wasn’t that bad.” “Maybe he just got better.”

Why is it easier to believe in coincidence than in Gods hand?

After high school I did mission work in Costa Rica. I remember hearing of all the earth-shattering miracles God had done for the locals and thinking to myself, “Wow, I wish he did things like this in my life! .This is so cool!”

In many parts of the world, miracles are expected. There’s no backup plan. No urgent care around the corner. Just a bold belief that if God doesn’t move – nothing will.

In the West, we don’t rely on miracles – we’ve got medicine, insurance, therapy, and google. So, when they do happen, we flinch. “Surely there’s a rational explanation”.

But what if there isn’t? What if God didn’t stop moving… we just stopped noticing?

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A few days later I was praying about this and asking God to help me with the pieces of doubt I felt creeping in, from those close to me not believing this story. I was also praying to ask for forgiveness – for questioning why he chose to heal Axel’s arm.

While I was praying, I was reminded of a dream I had had many months ago. I called my mom to tell her this dream too, at the time. My dream was about spiritual gifts – the setting of my dream was intense spiritual warfare – I was being told that I need to lean more into my spiritual gifts because there is a spiritual battle happening.

In my dream God told me that one of my gifts was the gift of prophecy and I needed to start taking my dreams more seriously, because that is a major way he speaks to me. He also told me my mom had the gift of prophecy and that I needed to tell her.

There was one other gift he told me she had in this dream;

The gift of healing.

At the time, Mom and I laughed and made some jokes about it – her being a nurse and all. We talked about how we do tend to doubt ourselves because it seems a little crazy that God would show us things in that way, or that he could use us in that manor. We were open minded but still taking it with a grain of salt.

Flash forward to today – that dream smacked me in the face. It was almost like God was saying “why are you still doubting my authority?”

Miracles are meant to strengthen your belief. And that day, my belief in Yahweh was strengthened.

I pray this story blesses and encourages you,