Jason DeMars
Covid at its Worst
We all know that Covid 19 does not hit everyone the same. For some it is mild, for others, deadly. Jason DeMars’ episode was the deadly kind.
He was in the hospital, unconscious, powerless to help himself, completely unaware of his surroundings or visitors, and his blood oxygen count was dangerously low. This was a classic case where the cemetery is often the next destination. Medical science was doing all it could, but the situation was grim.
Then the God Who Answers Back intervened. Jason DeMars has worked as a missionary, and is known around the world. A prayer chain was started, and requests went out to his friends around the world. The recovery that followed was nothing short of miraculous.
Jason DeMars has his own YouTube channel under his name, and you can hear him tell the whole story there under the title: Testimony of Deliverance.
LaDonna Smith - Testimony
My name is LaDonna Smith, and this is my testimony of healing. I thank the Lord Jesus Christ for all He has done. May He receive all glory and honor for it because He is truly worthy of it all!
On Sunday, July 25, 2021, I tested positive for COVID. This was not the news I or my family wanted to hear as my immune system was very compromised. The Lord had previously healed me of cancer. I was also without many lymph nodes and almost died in 2018 from a brief battle with bronchitis that had turned into sepsis. I felt completely fine the first few days but in the early hours of Wednesday morning, July 28th, I woke up having difficulty breathing. I was taken by ambulance to the hospital. My husband wasn’t allowed to go in with me, due to COVID restrictions, but the Lord never left me. He was my comforter. Later that afternoon around 4:30, I was waiting to be placed in a room. I was talking to my daughter, Ashleigh, on the phone, while in excruciating pain. I told her that my heart was beginning to hurt very badly. She then told me to quickly press the button that calls to the nursing station. I had no memory of the next few moments until months later. When the nurses came into the room, I had gone into respiratory failure, though my heart never stopped beating. The nurses seemed very rushed and upset but I was suddenly in a completely different state. I felt the most wonderful I have ever felt in my life. Though I don’t know how to adequately express with human language the way I felt, the best way I can describe it is, love. I felt the Lord holding me from behind and the most amazing love was coming from Him. It seemed to be passing through me, towards the nurses that were frantically trying to help me. He loved them so much and I just wanted to comfort them.
Although I now know that I wasn’t talking, I felt like I was telling them, “Look! I’m so good now! I can breathe! I have no pain!” The peace I felt was immeasurable. It was just perfect love. That is what He is and that is what I felt all around me. Oh, how He loves us.
What happened over the next few days, I will let Ashleigh tell, as I was on life support while the Lord was moving on the prayers of people all over the world…
While on the call with my mom, I heard the phone drop and footsteps scurrying around the room. Moments later the line disconnected. I then received a call about 10 minutes later from a nurse, very calmly saying that they to intubate her. I immediately reached out to my pastor’s wife who encouraged and told me to put a prayer request on Facebook as well. She told me that would be a quick way to get people praying, and boy was she right. People from all over began to cry out to the Lord on our behalf. We felt the prayers almost instantly.
The next few days would be the hardest trial our family had ever gone through. Mom was now in ICU, and we were at home having to rely on phone calls to the nurse’s station every shift change for an update on her condition.
We began calling from Wednesday night forward, each time getting a more negative report. Her blood pressure was so low they continued to put her on pressors. Vaso Pressors are blood pressure regulators that pull the blood from the extremities to the vital organs. They later told us that they generally stop after four pressors because there is not much hope of life after that. Each time we called it seemed like they added another pressor and at the end of each call it never failed to be said... “Your mother is a very sick woman.” It was discouraging, yet our faith remained. Her blood pressure was around 34/14 and her heart rate was at 170. The doctor told us this heart rate was that of someone running a marathon for three days straight.
Thursday morning, we called at shift change and received another negative report with her declining rapidly. By Thursday afternoon we were met with words I will never forget, “She is a very sick woman and we will continue to work with her as long as it make sense.” As we would get each report, I would update on Facebook. The prayers continued going up and the support continued pouring in.
In the late hours of Friday night, we were told mom would not make it to see the next day. When my pastor’s wife heard the news, she instructed me to ask them if there was any way we could come into the hospital due to the circumstances. An exception was now made for us to go. They were allowing us to say our goodbyes. Instead of saying goodbye, we went in to have prayer meeting.
When we got to the hospital it was around midnight. Mom was swollen to almost double her size in fluid, and she was connected to more monitors than I could count.
At this point they had her on five pressors and her vitals were only worse. I remember there being so many hospital staff in such a small room, whispering to one another. It seemed they were waiting for what seemed inevitable. After much laboring over her, they were at their wits end and could offer no other options. My dad was on one side of her and I on the other and we squeezed her almost lifeless hands. She was not at all responsive. We immediately got my pastor on the phone who was waiting for our call. He began to pray over her and explain to us the great peace that he had just received.
In his prayer he told of how the Lord told him to “Speak Life” and that is what he did. As the prayer was going forth, mom began moving around in response. We would end up staying until around 4 that morning with our faithful family members on the phone praying nonstop. We were later told this was unheard of for someone with such a low blood pressure to be moving at all. After the prayer, mom began to respond, in a small way, to our requests. We would ask her to squeeze our hands if she could hear us and she would muster up all the strength she had and do it. Though not seeing much change in her vitals, we left the hospital with a peace and the doctor later expressed to the nurse “Tonight we saw love bring someone back to life.”
The next morning when we called, they told us not much had changed but the only thing they could do was to begin weaning her off pressors, start dialysis and turn her over on her stomach. These were last resort options.
As each pressor was removed it seemed she got better and better. With each phone call through the day and days following, her vitals were improving. The doctors and nurses could not believe the progress she would make. Staff from all over the hospital would come by to look through the window at their “miracle girl.”
