A Call to Prayer

Four years ago, many of you walked through one of the darkest seasons of our lives with us. My son Jamir was involved in a car accident that nearly took his life, and for 43 days, we lived in that hospital room while doctors worked tirelessly to save him. They fought to stop the internal bleeding, repair his lungs, fix his femur, heal his spleen, every part of his body seemed broken or displaced.

During those long days and endless nights, I called on the prayers of the righteous. I reached out to those who know how to get a prayer through, the believers who understand the power of intercession. And you came through. Day after day, you watched my posts, read my updates, responded to my prayer requests. You lifted our family up in your prayer circles and Sunday morning worship services. You cried out for Junior, for our family.

Together, we witnessed the power of God. Junior walked out of that hospital, and today, aside from a slight limp due to the metal plates in his lower back and hip, and the scars across his chest and the throat scar from his trache, you would never know he had been in such a devastating accident just four years ago.

On July 6th, a young man here in Middletown, 20 years old, was involved in a dirt biking accident. He was hit by a vehicle and is now fighting for his life in the very same hospital where Jamir was treated, in the very same unit where we spent those 43 days.

The parallels between our stories are absolutely mind-blowing. This past Friday, Kyron celebrated his 21st birthday while lying in that hospital bed, still in a coma. Four years ago, Jamir celebrated his birthday on July 7th while he was still in the hospital, still fighting for his life, still in a coma. The similarities are so striking that I know without a doubt this is a divine appointment, God orchestrating every detail to show His faithfulness across time and circumstances.

If I'm being completely honest, there have been many days over these past four years when I've questioned God about the purpose of our family's trauma. I've looked at my son and felt like he wasn't making the most of the second chance at life God had given him. I was disappointed. But I'm often reminded of a word I received during that difficult season:

"The purpose God has for Jamir's life isn't going to look like what you think it should be after this car accident, but it will look like exactly what God created it to look like."

I've had to hold onto that word, hold onto that promise, and believe that what I see now may not be all I think I should see, but it's heading in the direction God intended.

When I learned about this young man's accident, I was immediately transported back four years. I remembered how I felt, what I smelled, what it was like to touch Jamere's swollen body. My mind immediately went to this young man's mother, and I began to cry out to God on her behalf because I remembered being in her exact position.

Josh and I began praying for her, for her son, for their family and our community in our daily prayers. Then I asked Josh to reach out to the young man's mother, they work together, to find out when and if we would be able to come to the hospital and pray for them.

Yesterday was that day.

I can't lie, I was extremely nervous. This would be the first time I'd stepped foot on that unit since Jamir was discharged. Driving up to the hospital, I began to cry. Trauma has a way of showing its ugly head at the most inconvenient times. I prayed and calmed my thoughts, putting myself in the right headspace to do what needed to be done.

But yesterday wasn't just any ordinary day. Our church has been walking through the 40 Day Prayer Circle Challenge by Mark Batterson, putting different things in our prayer circle and really seeking God to see prayers get answered. Yesterday was day 20, the halfway point of our prayer challenge, with another 20 days to go.

Earlier in the past week, Thursday, to be exact, the Lord told me that we needed to be like the Israelites on day 20. We needed to walk seven times around our church, representing the tearing down of barriers and walls that are preventing us from seeing the fullness of our prayers being answered and experiencing the breakthrough of God. Just like the walls of Jericho when the Israelites walked around seven times and the walls came tumbling down.

Here's what absolutely took my breath away: I didn't find out that Kyron's birthday was this past Friday until Josh and I walked into that hospital room yesterday. But when I saw those words "Happy Birthday" written on his medical board, it hit me like lightning. I could literally see the same message that had been written on Jamir's medical board on the day of his birthday four years ago, "Happy Birthday", while he too was fighting for his life in a coma.

God had given me the command to walk those seven circles on Thursday, one day before Kyron's 21st birthday, and I didn't even know it was his birthday weekend. But God knew. He was already orchestrating the breakthrough before any of us understood the full picture.

So we walked around our church seven times in the blazing hot sun, 90-degree weather. We sang songs of worship and we prayed, declaring victory over every obstacle standing in the way of God's promises.

And then, after that prayer circle, my husband and I headed straight to the hospital.

I felt the anointing of God so powerfully, telling me that it was time for the walls to come down, the things that have been keeping Kyron at a standstill. It was time for those barriers to crumble and for him to begin turning the curve, to start waking up.

The timing was no coincidence. Day 20 of our prayer challenge. Seven circles around our church. Seven times the Israelites marched. And then straight to Kyron's bedside to pray down the walls that have been holding back his breakthrough.

I believe with everything in me that we walked into divine timing yesterday. The same God who brought down the walls of Jericho with a shout is the same God who is tearing down every wall standing between Kyron and his complete healing.

When we walked into the room, he was surrounded by his mother, uncle, and aunts. Josh and I began to anoint his body with oil. Then I did something I'd never done before, I took off my shoes. Just like Moses at the burning bush when God said, "Do not come any closer. Take off your sandals, for the place where you are standing is holy ground" (Exodus 3:5), I needed to consecrate that hospital room to God, recognizing His presence in that sacred space.

With my shoes off, I began to pray for him from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet. I prayed for every nurse, every surgeon, every person who would even touch his body. I called them out by name in prayer. I prayed for his mother, his father, his siblings, and all those who love him and have been waiting patiently for him to wake up.

I began to thank the Lord for giving this family time, time to sit with their son, to come to terms with God's plan, to share the hope they have for his life. I believe God is going to heal his body. I believe he's going to wake up from this coma. And I believe that, like Jamir, it may not happen when we think it should, but he will become a powerful mouthpiece for God.

If this reaches you, Yvette, I want you to know that you are not walking this journey alone. The same God who breathed life back into Jamir's broken body is the same God who is working in Kyron's room right now. There will be days when it feels like too much, when the beeping machines and medical terminology become overwhelming. There will be nights when you question if morning will ever come. But I'm here to tell you that weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning (Psalm 30:5).

Your son is a fighter. I could see it in his face yesterday. God has mighty plans for his life, plans to prosper him and not to harm him, to give him hope and a future (Jeremiah 29:11). Hold onto that promise when the darkness tries to creep in. Kyron's testimony is being written right now, and it's going to be powerful beyond measure.

This is why I'm reaching out to you today, all of my friends, supporters, and prayer warriors. I'm asking you to rally around this mother and begin to pray for her son, Kyron. Call his name out in prayer. Call his mother Yvette's name out in prayer. Pray for their entire family during this time of need.

Pray that every resource will be provided. Pray that the doctors will have supernatural insight on how to heal the various parts of his body, how to properly diagnose what's happening, and how to administer the right medications at the right time. Pray for every person who steps foot into his room, whether medical staff or visitor. Pray that everyone is positioned exactly where God needs them to be at this divine moment.

Sometimes God allows us to walk through fire not just for our own transformation, but so we can be the light that guides others through their darkness. Four years ago, you helped carry our family through the impossible. Today, I'm asking you to do the same for Kyron and his family.

But here's what I've realized during these four years, something I want to share with you because it might change how you see your own story.

When I was in the midst of Jamir's accident, going through that journey day by day, I shared every single moment we spent in that hospital. And I received a lot of messages, with good intentions, I'm sure, telling me I shouldn't share, or shouldn't share so much. People warned me, "What if people pray against his healing?" All those different concerns and fears.

I remember the Lord telling me to silence those voices and focus on what He was calling me to do: to be a mouthpiece during that time so the world could see the power of God's hand. So I was obedient. I shared the good, the bad, and the ugly. You read my words. For some of you, it was traumatic. For others, you looked forward to those updates every day.

When I find myself questioning why we had to go through all of that, God reminds me that it was for a purpose. Yesterday, when I went to that hospital, I finally understood that purpose completely.

Kyron's mom told me that she remembered reading every day about what we were going through. She prayed right along with us. And when she found herself in the same situation, the first people she thought of were us, me, and what I went through, and the faith I displayed. She said my transparency helped encourage her along this journey.

This message is especially for you, the young people of our community who may be watching this unfold, wondering where God is in all of this. Maybe you've never talked to God before, or maybe you've walked away from Him. Maybe you think He's too busy for your problems or that He doesn't care about what you're going through.

Let me tell you something: This is your moment. This is the opportune time to find Him and begin sharing your heart with Him. God isn't some distant figure waiting to judge you, He's a loving Father waiting to embrace you, to listen to your fears, your dreams, your questions. He wants to share His heart with you too.

You don't have to wait until your life is perfect or until you have all the answers. Come to Him exactly as you are. Kyron's story isn't over, and neither is yours. God has plans for your life that you can't even imagine yet. Don't wait for a tragedy to drive you to your knees, let Kyron's fight remind you that life is precious and every moment matters.

So I want to encourage you: Don't close your mouth. Open your mouth. Share the testimony of what God has done for you. It's not about you, it's about what God wants to do through you for His people. It's about God being glorified and people all over the world knowing that it was God and no one else. It's about God getting the credit for the miraculous things He does.

I want to encourage you to use your voice. Use your gifts, whatever they are, however God uses you to communicate your story, your testimony. You have permission to use it, to do it, to go forth and be a mouthpiece for God.

Somebody in this world needs to hear your redeeming story of how you overcame, of how God walked beside you and did the miraculous. It's time for us to stop trying to be so private. Stop trying to win the battle first and then maybe tell the story when you look perfect again.

Tell people what God is doing right now. Be transparent and honest on your social media platforms. Stop trying to portray the picture of perfection. Live boldly. Live free. Live unashamed.

The same God who brought Jamir through is the same God who will bring Kyron through. And the same God who used our story to encourage Kyron's family is the same God who wants to use your story to encourage someone else.

Let's stand together in faith, just like we did four years ago. Let's pray for Kyron and his family. And let's commit to being bold with our testimonies. The time is now. The moment is urgent. Lives are hanging in the balance.

A Prayer for Kyron and His Family

Heavenly Father, we come before Your throne of grace with boldness, knowing that You are the God who heals, who restores, who makes all things new. We lift up Kyron to You right now, calling his name before Your throne. Touch every part of his body, Lord, heal his brain, restore function to every organ, breathe life into every cell.

We pray for supernatural wisdom for his medical team. Guide their hands, their decisions, their timing. Let them be instruments of Your healing power. Remove every obstacle to his recovery and let Your perfect will be done in his life.

Father, wrap Your loving arms around Yvette, his mother. Give her strength when she feels weak, peace when anxiety tries to overwhelm her, and faith when doubt creeps in. Surround their entire family with Your presence and let them feel the prayers of this community lifting them up.

We declare that Kyron will wake up. We declare that he will walk again. We declare that his testimony will reach thousands and that many will come to know You through his story. We speak life over his situation and thank You in advance for the miracle You're already performing.

Use this moment, Lord, to draw hearts to You throughout Middletown and beyond. Let young people see Your power and choose to trust You with their lives. Let families be strengthened in their faith. Let Your name be glorified through it all.

In the mighty name of Jesus, we pray. Amen.

Let's believe together. Let's pray together. Let's watch God move.