Juanito

During our time in Ejido Santa Adalida,
we lived next door to our host, Nora. Nora has three children, the
youngest of whom, Juanito, is three years old (He’s the one in my
profile picture). Every morning, we would get a knock on our door
and open it to find Juanito with a plate of food for us. Actually,
we would hear knocks on our door throughout the day (anytime he could
escape), and Juanito would come over to hang out with the “Gringos”.
From the time you meet him, you can tell that Juanito is a special
kid. His mannerisms and vocabulary are like those of someone much
older than himself. He prays for people when they’re sick. He
smiles and simply brightens the day. Needless to say, he quickly
became our favorite resident of the Ejido. But, Juanito is special
for even more reasons. This is Juanito and Nora’s story as written
by Nora (and translated by Jess):

“Hello, God bless you. My name is Nora Ramierz and I would
like to tell you of the wonderful miracles and the incredible power
of God.  Our God is a god of great love and mercy, and He
demonstrates these characteristics in each of our lives.  It is
my desire to share with you the testimony of His love and mercy
manifest in my life.  Here’s my story:

           
My sons name is Juan Jose Zamorano Jr. He is only three years old and
we call him Juanito.  It is of him that I wish to speak to you. 
It all started when I was pregnant with him, and I was listening to
the radio one morning.  I heard the preaching of a man named
Juan Perez as he was praying of the radio I heard the voice of Jesus
speak to me through his voice.  I felt the baby move in my womb
as Jesus spoke these words to me, “Nora, If you really desire to
have this child, you must pay attention to the words that my Father
has for you, because this baby is going to bring a special part of
God into the world.”

           
I listened to these words, but I wanted nothing to do with God. 
I remained in unbelief for the duration of my pregnancy.  When I
finally had Juanito, I remembered the words of Juan Perez and Jesus,
but I didn’t think much of them.  Two months later, Juanito
suddenly became very sick.  We took him to the hospital and over
the course of nine days, he didn’t improve; in fact his condition
only continued to worsen.  I cried everyday and everyday the
doctors would take him from me but they would leave me with no
answers.  Then one day something extraordinary happened.

           
As I was holding Juanito in my arms, the color began to leave him. 
I knew he was dying.  Suddenly, I remembered the prophecy over
his life, and I angrily asked God why he would take my child from me
if He had such great plans for his life.  I cried and cried and
remembered the words that I heard on the radio.  I began to pray
for mercy and I said to God, “God, in your infinite mercy don’t
take my baby away from me.  If you want my life, take mine, but
don’t take my baby.  Have mercy on him.” As I looked back
down at Juanito his color suddenly changed.  I felt life flowing
back into his veins, and I knew God had heard my cry.   He
had raised up his life, and I began to cry, thanking God for his
extraordinary power and love. 

           
This is the first miracle that I witnessed in the life of Juanito,
but it was not the last.  Even seeing this miracle I didn’t
remember the promise I had made to God when I was pregnant until one
day when my daughter was ten years old and invited me to church with
her grandmother.  Even though I was tired, I accepted her
invitation.  When I was there, I began to pray, and I strongly
felt the presence of the Holy Spirit.  My body began to shake
and I was afraid because I didn’t know what was happening.  I
ran to the bathroom and began to vomit and nothing came out. 
God told me that he was expelling the lies from my life that had held
me captive.  After that experience, I felt more free than I’ve
ever felt before.  I was free in Jesus and the Holy Spirit began
to guide me.

           
So when Juanito turned eight months old, he became sick again. 
He collapsed in my arms one afternoon at our house, and my husband
and I immediately took him to the hospital.  The doctor told me
that Juanito had a powerful virus, but they weren’t sure what it
was.  They knew he was losing blood, and his blood pressure
stopped so low that they were having trouble drawing any to analyze. 
The doctor told me that there wasn’t much they could do, and that if
I was a praying woman, now was the time to start.   I
prayed for God’s mercy, but I heard a small, still voice say to me:
“Let him go and give him to me.” I didn’t want to , but
this message was repeated three times to me, and on the third time I
cried out and told God that my child was His alone.  About four
hours later his blood pressure improved enough for the doctors to
draw blood.  After thirty minutes the night doctor came back to
our room and asked us “Why did you brind this child to the
hospital? What sickness does he have?”  I told him that he
had a virus in his blood, and only if he could have a transfusion was
he going to survive.  The doctor furrowed his brow and looked
confused.  “I don’t understand,” he said as he looked
at the chart.  “This child had bad blood but now he has new
blood.”  He checked to make sure that no one had given
Juanito a transfusion, and no one had.  We returned home and
knew that he had been healed by God.  This was the second
wonderful miracle that God in his infinite mercy showed myself and my
family. 

           
As Juanito continued to grow, everything passed as normal until one
day when Juanito was sixteen months old.  When I wasn’t looking,
Juanito walked into the street right in front of a car.  It him
so hard that he flew and the car almost drove over him.  As I
heard the noise and saw him lying under the car, I fell to my knees
and screamed.  I cried out for God as the car tried to move out
of the way.  I ran to the car and saw his little hand sticking
out from under the car.  I reached for it and heard voice say
“Give him up.”  I started to cry and suddenly saw my
husbands cousin running towards us from her house.  She pulled
Juanito up and held him and said, “Look, Nora, he is fine, there
is nothing wrong with him.”  I didn’t want to look at him
for fear of what I would see but she insisted that I look at him. 
It occurred to me later that God had guarded him and protected him
the whole time, because Juanito got up on his own with out scrapes,
burns, or broken bones.  There is nothing that God cannot use
for good. 

I tell you of these things now so that
you might believe in the power and mercy of God.  If you seek
Jesus, you will find him, and He will find your heart with the love
of the Father.  God bless you.  Thank you.”