and her "angel/nephew," Jerry Lee Grubbs
This is my
I would like
to share my story of a miracle. Years ago I was blessed with
a good job at Ford Motor Company. This meant so much to me;
because after years of struggling to get by, I could securely
provide for my family. I worked in the glass plant installing
windshields into vehicles.
No one knew
at the time that inhaling the asbestos from the glass would
cause my lungs to harden and that I would have breathing
problems years later that put me into a struggle for my life.
First it started with asthma. Then I developed COPD (Chronic
Obstructive Pulmonary Disease) which eventually resulted in
having to live with a ventilator about three and a half years
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(COPD is the fourth-leading cause of death in
the United States. COPD is a lung condition that makes it more
and more difficult to breathe.)
I was bedridden with a machine to keep me
alive; this meant I could no longer enjoy the privilege of
what meant so much to me—attending church services and singing
for the Lord. I could no longer sing. My voice had
become silent. I am so thankful for the help and support
of my children, Paula, Lena, Pam and Dwayne, also my two
grandchilren, April and Brent, who took care of me when I came
home from the hospital.
I did get to enjoy the church services from my
hospital bed at home, because April brought video tapes of the
church services. They were such a blessing to me while I
was shut-in, because I could enjoy having a part of my life
that I had loved so much; but it was not the same as being in
One day as I was
watching one of the tapes, my brother, Rev. Jerry Grubbs, who
is my pastor, looked into the camera and said, "Missie, the
Lord will help you to get out of that bed; I really believe
that." Then little by little, I began to have hope that
one day I would be able to have the trach removed.
Then last year, when the Lord knew I was
ready, He sent me an angel to stand next to my bed with his
strong arms and hands to guide me out of the hospital bed and off
life support. The angel that the Lord sent me was my nephew,
Jerry Lee Grubbs. He was always there, even after working
twelve-hour shifts or more. He would still be beside my bed
with his arms out-stretched to guide me with his love which
helped bring me to where I am today. It was Jerry Lee’s
sacrificial efforts and all the prayers, encouragement and
love of my family and friends that brought me to this point.
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Day of Victory! On July 12, 2006 the life
support system was disconnected; the trach removed and I again
had mobility after being on the ventilator leash for more than
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On Sunday, July 30, I walked through my church
doors and praised the Lord with a song. My voice had
returned! The hole in my neck is almost closed—The Lord has
I can now sing and lift up my arms to praise
the Lord for the miracle He has given me and my family. I am
proof that miracles do happen.
I want to thank Wilma Mays and each and
everyone, the list too long to name them all, for your
prayers, love and encouragement they have given me. It is
with great expectation that I now face the future after being
on life support without hope. All because of our wonderful
Lord and the precious people He put in my life.
God Bless all of you!
..................Levenda (Missie) Callalhan..................