HOW DID EVERYTHING HAPPEN ?
I was born in 1988 at the Central Hospital of Jyvaskyla. When I was born, I was a 7-month-old premature baby, which is why I was treated in the neonatal intensive care unit.
My first week of life went completely normally, and my doctor had promised my mother that we would be able to go home the next morning.
The night before that morning, my mother was woken up and told that I had developed a high fever and was very ill. The examinations speculated whether it was a general sepsis or meningitis. It turned out to be meningitis, for which treatment was immediately started.
The treatment lasted for 3 weeks, and afterwards it was determined that I was healthy and would be able to go home the next day. However, once again, the night before, my mother was informed that the meningitis had recurred. The same medication was initiated. Later in the day, my doctor informed my mother that my condition had worsened because the previously effective medication was no longer working. He mentioned that a new medication was being flown in from Kuopio. The medication arrived on the same day, and my treatment could be continued.
A few hours after starting the medication, my doctor told my mother that my condition was extremely serious. The new medication had not yet had the desired effect. I was already connected to intravenous fluids and a ventilator to assist my breathing. My vital functions had deteriorated during this new treatment, and a few hours later my doctor informed my mother that my condition was deteriorating so rapidly that medical science could no longer do much to help. It was concluded that I might not survive.
My mother was with me and saw as the tubes and wires were removed from my head, hands, and feet, and the ventilator was turned off. She saw how my face and body started to turn from a reddish color to a lifeless pale yellow. The nurses said that the child could stay there for some time before being taken away.
NICO DIES - WHAT NOW?
My mother had been so distraught that she could barely stand as she ran to find a public telephone. Once there, she hastily searched for the phone number of a lay preacher, Matti Takala, whom she knew lived in Kangasala, Finland. He was often on preaching tours, but at that moment, he was at home. My mother, in a state of panic, tried to explain what had happened and that the child was dying.
Matti asked my mother, "Do you believe that God can still heal this child?" My mother said, "I believe, but I don't even know how to pray anymore." Matti prayed in the name of Jesus and then said, "Go and see if God took the child away or gave him back to you for further treatment."
Oddly, my mother's intense pain and anguish were taken away. She was completely calm as she left the phone booth.
As my mother approached the intensive care unit, she saw the nurses bustling around my incubator. She thought she still had time if they were about to take me away. One of the nurses glanced down the corridor, saw my mother approaching, and came out to meet her, asking, "Where have you been? Do you know that your child was breathing on their own just now?" Color had returned to my face and skin, and they were about to connect me back to the ventilator. They had also reconnected the intravenous fluids.
After that, my mother sat by the ventilator for many hours, watching the machine. She saw that I had been breathing on my own the whole time, and the machine no longer needed to assist my lungs.
The highly competent pediatrician who had been taking care of me, after seeing all of this, had asked my mother to come into his office and inquired about what had actually happened. He was completely bewildered and said, "I don't understand how this can be possible. As a doctor, I had already determined that your child was dead, but I couldn't say it to you directly when I saw how shocked you were by the situation."
My mother had told the doctor about the phone call to the preacher and her prayers, emphasizing the healing power of God. The doctor sincerely believed that a miracle from God had occurred. He had even asked, "Did this person predict anything about the future for this child?" To this, my mother had replied, "Only God can perform powerful deeds, and they are not based on predictions. God has promised to help us in our distress, according to His will, when we pray and ask Him!" The doctor had admitted to this as well.
NICO GETS TO LEAVE THE HOSPITAL
After being discharged from the hospital, I had to undergo monthly head scans, mainly due to issues with my brain. In the images taken during my illness, there was a small black mark in my brain lobes, and the radiologist had explained that my brain cells had been destroyed in that area. This was a result of a severe and prolonged meningitis I had experienced. He had mentioned that in such small brains, it is difficult to determine the exact location where brain cells have been damaged. However, I should be prepared for the possibility of losing certain physical functions or sensory abilities, such as speech, hearing, or vision. This remained a subject of prayer for my mother.
On the sixth occasion, my mother and I had gone for the scan in Jyvaskyla again. The image was taken, and we waited in the waiting room as before. This time, my mother wondered why we had to wait longer than usual. Finally, the doctor had summoned us into the room, where two other doctors were present. Our regular doctor had said, "We, along with our colleagues, have examined this image, and there is no longer that black damaged area." To this, my mother replied, "We prayed for that, indeed!"
Those two colleagues had exchanged glances – perhaps a slight confusion on their faces, but our own doctor had stated, "I thought there was something supernatural happening here."
And indeed, that's how it is. Where human possibilities end, that's where God's miraculous possibilities truly begin! Thanks and Glory be to God !
In this picture, I have just arrived home. My mother is changing my diaper for the first time since I came from death to life through the miracle of God.
At that point, my mother was naturally the happiest mother in the world, much like the mother of Lazarus who had received her son back from the grip of death.
NICO AND THE PRAYER
In this picture, I am a toddler of about a year old, learning to walk, just like any other healthy children at that age. Shortly after this picture was taken, I started walking.
In this picture, I am in the arms of Matti Takala at a christening ceremony. I got to meet him, the one who prayed on my behalf. Officially, my name is Nico-Matti, so the memory of the prayerful one accompanies me in my name always.
John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
John 3:17 For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through him might be saved.
John 3:18 He that believeth on him is not condemned: but he that believeth not is condemned already, because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God.
NICO-MATTI YLA-SOININMAKI
Hello! I'm Nico from Virrat, Finland. As of the creation of this website in 2023, I am now a healthy 35-year-old young man. It's great if you have read the story on this site where I tell you about the incredible experience I had as a little child when Almighty God raised me from the dead and gave me a new chance at life.
I am eternally grateful to those doctors and nurses who took care of me when I was ill. And a big thank you to the late preacher Matti Takala, who prayed and sought help from God. Without God, who answered prayers, I wouldn't be here now, sharing with you this great miracle.
If this story has touched you, and you seek help in your life, I encourage you to turn to the living God, praying to Him for assistance.
God has promised to hear sincere prayers and help us in times of need:
Psalm 50:15 "And call upon me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you, and you shall glorify me."
The Bible also tells the story of Lazarus, who had died, and Jesus said to his sister Martha in the Gospel of Luke 11:25, "... I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die."
Jesus is the only way to God the Father.
John 14:6 "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me."
If you want to have your sins forgiven, become a child of God, and receive eternal life, and if you desire to enter Heaven after you die, you can pray the following short prayer wherever you are:
"Heavenly Father, Almighty God, I know that I have sinned. I believe that Jesus Christ died for my sins. I now ask for forgiveness for all my sins and request that you make me a child of God. Amen."