There was a sense of panic in the air, as EMT's and hospital staff worked feverishly to revive a young woman. She had been dropped off at the hospital by unnamed friends. When EMT's approached her, she was unresponsive, not breathing and without a pulse. By all accounts she was dead. How long she had been that way was unknown, but it was evident that she had overdosed on drugs. The panic at the hospital spread as her friends and family were notified of the dire situation.
The young woman's uncle, a police officer and EMT, was the first family member to arrive at the hospital. He recognized the bleakness of his niece, Taylor's situation. Assuming all was lost, he chose to wait at the hospital to comfort his sister, Taylor's mom, when she arrived.
Taylor was totally unaware of the earthly chaos and severity of her circumstances. "I opened my eyes, and I was in a grassy meadow. It was beautiful with trees surrounding it, and I felt this overwhelming love—like nothing I've ever felt before. It [heaven] is indescribable. I looked in front of me and I saw my grandmother sitting in the field (she had died about six years prior to my overdose) and I walked up to her and sat beside her. I started to ask her why I was there with her, but she beat me to it. Her reply was in my mind, it wasn't auditory, 'You're in a hospital. You stopped breathing.' I was very confused by this, and I asked her, 'Well, do I have to go back?' She responded, "Yes, you do have to go back. It's not your time to be here yet," remembered Taylor.
Upon receiving notification of the situation, Lindie, Taylor's mom called her father, Frank, Taylor's grandfather, to share the tragic news. As she frantically told Frank, a longtime follower of Andrew's ministry, that Taylor was dead, he interrupted her. In a firm, but reserved tone he said, "Lindie, settle down. We're going to do exactly what Andrew and Jamie did when they got a call about their son being in the morgue. We're going to rebuke the spirit of death—command the spirit of death to take his hands off of Taylor, and we're going to call the life of Jesus back into her body. And, we're going to do that over and over and over until you get to the hospital and see what her condition is."
They both prayed on their journeys to the hospital. As Lindie prayed she heard the Lord say, "She will not die today." Shortly before Lindie and Frank arrived at the hospital, the medical team revived Taylor. Although she was still unconscious, she was breathing and her heart was beating. Once stabilized, Taylor was moved to the Intensive Care Unit where doctors induced a coma. They also lowered her body temperature to protect what was left of her brain.
The hospital staff worked diligently with Taylor, but because of the quantity of drugs found in Taylor's system, they fully expected her to die. Though shaken, Lindie remained calm, prayed in the spirit and continued to rebuke the enemy's attempt to take her daughter.
Upon his arrival at the hospital, the medical team informed Frank of their concern for Taylor's brain. "Don't be concerned about her mind; it's as good as yours or mine," he said unmoved by the scene. Afraid Frank had not understood the severity of the situation, the doctors reiterated their worries. Frank, confident in the Lord's faithfulness, acknowledged what they had said and repeated his statement. The doctors stormed away in disbelief.
A few days later Taylor woke up and was completely unaware of her situation, but based on her family's reaction, she sensed that something terrible had happened. Later that day, she sent the ICU into a frenzy when she went into respiratory and cardiac arrest. The medical team was able to revive her temporarily, but she died for a third time a little while later.
"My sister, Carly, told me that there were ten to fifteen people in my room doing CPR and trying to keep me alive. She said that there was a pool of blood on the floor under my bed, and my eyes were empty like I was dead. She said, I was also bloated and swollen and my fingers were blue," Taylor recalled as she shared what her sister had seen.
Finally, the team stabilized Taylor again, but they told Lindie that if Taylor's blood pressure didn't rise, they would lose her for good. Taylor's family and Deuane Woodard, a close family friend and CBC-Colorado graduate, sat outside of Taylor's room and prayed for about six hours for her blood pressure to return to normal—by the following morning it had.
Taylor was in the hospital for nearly two weeks, and she flat-lined three different times. The actual time she had been dead, prior to her arrival at the hospital, is uncertain, yet she not only left the hospital, but she left without any sign of brain or organ damage.
Lindie recalled the first time she and Taylor met with the neurologist, "Dr. Matthews said, 'Not only should you not have lived with all the drugs that were in your system, but if somehow you did live, you should have been a vegetable. I cannot believe I am sitting here talking to you. It is a miracle that you are here—you should not be here."
While Taylor was dead, she heard Jesus tell her that when she went back, she would be a different person, and that she would become the person he had planned for her to be. Her mother attests to this saying, "Taylor is a completely different person than she was before her overdose. Taylor had a bad temper, and she never gets mad now. She has patience and love beyond belief—that she never had before..."
Taylor said that her life before the overdose was very self-serving and hollow. Now, she enjoys the little things, like worshipping at church and watching her daughter do everyday activities. "Recently she started school, and I can't even tell you how grateful I was to have been there, to take her on her first day. She was only five months old when this happened, and to think that I would have missed out on all of this greatness freaks me out sometimes. So I enjoy the little things, the warm sun on my face, my daughter's laughter, singing at the top of my lungs in the car, my family and a good movie. At the end of the day, that's all that matters—the love between us all.