On January 3rd, I gave Riley permission to play at a friend’s house. I rarely give him a specific time to be home, but that day, I asked that he be home by 2pm.

I looked out the window a few minutes past 2pm and saw Riley and his friend walking back to our house. I walked to my room and began tidying. Suddenly, Mary Alice ran in the room. She said something about Riley hitting a car and that we needed to come quickly.

I ran down our street (Nate ran past me – thank goodness) and saw a huge pickup truck and commotion at the end of the street.

I learned Riley had ridden a friend’s e-bike to the end of the block and back. There are a few problems with this scenario:

1.  Riley did not have permission and has been asked never to ride e-bikes.
2. Riley did not know how to stop or slow down on the e-bike.
3. Riley had flip-flops on and no helmet

The accident:

As Riley came back down the road, he realized he did not know how to stop and looked down. Our neighbor was driving down the street and thankfully noticed him and came to a full stop. Riley rammed the truck at over 25mph, hit his head on the hood, and the bike ended up under the truck.

I looked over and saw Nate holding Riley. There was blood everywhere, and I was terrified.

Someone handed me Riley’s glasses, and a firetruck, an ambulance, and a police officer pulled up. The next few minutes were a blur. I sat in the ambulance’s front, and they put Riley in the back.

The ambulance headed to Medical City Denton. I pulled out my Rosary and texted everyone:

And then, the next text I sent:

Brian and I switched places. Brian came to the hospital and rode in the ambulance to Cook Children’s downtown. I went home to check on the little ones. Thank goodness Nate is home. His calming leadership as an extra adult in the house is a gift.

I drove home and talked to my mom the whole way. Her calming voice was my safety net, praying over the situation. I walked in and a neighbor had made dinner for Nate, Mary Alice, and Sebastian. Home.

After everyone had gone to bed, Brian called. The transfer had been successful, and the team had done another set of X-rays. The doctors were not worried about his lungs at all, and they did not see a place where he had bitten through his tongue. They had stabilized the pain, and they would wait until the next day to do surgery.

My oldest daughter and her husband offered to meet me at the hospital after the surgery.

When we arrived, Riley was still asleep in the room but was waking up and coming off anesthesia. Brian told me that there had been no need for surgery. They were able to gently push the buckle fracture on his arm back into place. His knee looked like a puzzle that had been put back together or a quilt that had been knitted overnight. The doctors were able to gently push his knee back on track.

Not one incision.

Not one pin needed.

Brian and John Paul walked to get Julia and I some coffee. I was talking with Julia. I mentioned asking Micah Kim for intercession, and Riley suddenly perked up. “Oh, he visited me in my dreams last night.”, Riley said. Julia and I locked eyes. Riley rarely remembers his dreams. I was sitting behind Riley, and Julia was sitting in front of Riley. My heart raced. “No one is going to believe this,” I thought to myself.

I asked Riley if Julia could record what he was going to say.

Riley shared that a little boy in a brown robe came to his room three times last night.

• The first time the little boy prayed over his knee.
• The second time the little boy prayed over his wrist.
• The third time he prayed over lung.

Riley had no doubt that it was Micah.

Luke 20:38 – “Now he is God not of the dead, but of the living; for to him all of them are alive.”

We are not strangers to miracles in our family.

A few days later, I knew I had to share this story with Paul Kim, Micah’s father. Paul wrote back and asked if Riley would record the full story, including what happened in the accident he was involved in. Riley excitedly agreed.

I sent Paul the video of Riley’s testimony. 

If you have any doubts about the intercession of the Saints, I pray that your heart is softened. We have such a magnificent inheritance – the prayers of those who are in Heaven!

God’s goodness and grace are an endless fountain!

May those who read this be blessed and truly know the goodness of God.