Dallas as a baby born addicted to Methadone

Dallas as a baby born addicted to Methadone

Dallas as he is now.  Praise God for His unfailing mercies.

Dallas as he is now.  Praise God for His unfailing mercies.

Born March 7, 2010 at 12:57 a.m. 6 pounds, 4 ounces, 18 1/2" long.  

Dallas was born addicted to methadone.  He is our grandson, but at seven weeks of age he was placed in our home by CPS and he has been here ever since.  When he was two years old his adoption became final and we are the only parents he has ever known.  Therefore he is now our son.  He has always called my husband "Daddy" and me "Momma."  This baby is nothing short of a divine miracle.  He was exposed to all kinds of drugs during pregnancy, including heroin, marijuana, nicotine, methadone, etc.  He should never have lived, but God had His hand on him from the beginning.  He was born with a myriad of problems.  The church prayed and Pastor Green came to the NICU and prayed for Dallas.  Dallas was in the NICU for three weeks.  Today he is a living walking miracle.  He is a rambunctious little boy full of life and fun with no health problems.  He has been a huge blessing and joy to us.  I thank God continually for Dallas.  There is no God like my God!  

Sis. Loretta Hunt (Momma)

Jordan in ICU being monitored for Methadone addiction

Jordan in ICU being monitored for Methadone addiction

Jordan as a young healthy boy delivered from Methadone addiction withdrawals.

Jordan as a young healthy boy delivered from Methadone addiction withdrawals.

Jordan, born September 6, 2013.  Jordan, also our grandson, was born addicted to methadone and spent one month in the NICU.  Once again the church prayed, Pastor and Sis. Green came to the NICU and prayed for Jordan, and after one month, Jordan was discharged from the hospital and placed in our home by CPS.  God did a mighty work.  Today Jordan is nine months old, crawling, standing, and trying to walk.  He is a perfect little baby.  It's impossible not to fall in love with him.  We are in the adoption process now.  God has blessed us with another little boy.  Who says God doesn't heal anymore?  To God be all the glory!

Sis. Loretta Hunt

One year after my diagnosis. God is good!

One year after my diagnosis. God is good!

In March of 2001, I was diagnosed with malignant cancer.  The term for it was DCIS. Ductile Carcinoma in Situ.  As you can imagine, I felt like someone hit me with a ton of bricks.  I remember battling twitches underneath my skin.  It first started in my eyes and then moved on to my face.  They weren't noticeable by anyone other than myself, but they were driving me nuts.  I remember one evening talking with my Dad over the phone and I couldn't even carry on a decent conversation.  I would lose my train of thought and not remember what I was talking about. My Dad told me months later, that he was really concerned about me after that conversation.  I also found out from a cousin of mine who has taken biology in college, and she told me later that those symptoms are symptoms of someone suffering a minor stroke.  She, of course, didn't tell me this until I was able to testify about God's goodness later.  The straw that broke the camel's back is when Bro. Klann was at our church preaching revival and I was trying to concentrate and look at him, but all I could see was flickering as if a flickering monitor. That's the only way I could describe it. That Sunday morning I went up to get prayed for.  And, again, the Holy Ghost was so powerful, I was almost brought to my knees.  I didn't realize it until our family was heading home after morning service, that the twitches in my face were totally gone.  I also knew that God had healed me of my cancer.  I tried to get the medical community to do another mammogram and they would not.  I then realized that I was going to have to go through surgery.  Realizing my body wasn't my own, but is God's bought for a price, I knew that God was in control.  I went through the surgery and then was told that it would take roughly 4 days for the results from the pathology lab to come back.  I received a phone call from my doctor's office saying they had found no cancer in the outlying tissue.  With much questioning of the nurse, she finally put the doctor on the phone.  He in turn told me that no cancer was found in the outlying tissue.  I told the doctor that I understood that, but what were the results in the tissue they had excised?  He had to tell me flatly "no".  I had a meeting with him the following Monday and asked him if I could talk to him about this in our meeting.  That Monday, when he walked in to the examining room, he immediately reiterated that they could not find cancer in the outlying tissue.  I waited till he was done with his business, then I asked him if I could talk to him about this.  I ran through the whole gamut, about the twitching face, getting prayed for, etc.  That doctor, out of his mouth, said he knows I got healed!  Praise God.

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AuthorRhonda Baker
CategoriesPentecostal