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She went from being a tone-deaf kid to an American Idol star. Melinda Doolittle says she’s in awe of how God is working in her life and career.

BEFORE AMERICAN IDOL
When American Idol star Melinda Doolittle was a child she was encouraged to chase her dreams and try anything she wanted to. Her mother allowed her to give anything a shot once. After trying her hand at multiple activities, Doolittle decided she wanted to sing. She was given a spot in the Choir, right in the middle of the group. The director loved her charisma, however she was tone deaf.

The director pleaded with Doolittle not to let a peep of noise come out of her mouth but to mouth the words and smile. For a time Doolittle was content to oblige, but her desire to have a voice that would make people stop and listen when she sang drove her to perform in the talent show at her youth group in 7th grade.

When Doolittle told her mom that she wanted to sing at the talent show, her mom searched for the right words that were honest yet not going to crush her daughter’s dreams. “The first thing my mom said was, ‘Baby, you’re going to have to pray–HARD,'” says Doolittle, “and that is what I did.” For a month, she prayed harder than she had ever prayed before and she practiced and practiced. “The night of the talent show, I got to the youth group,” says Doolittle, “My youth pastor had heard me sing before and he knew the potential for disaster but he still believed in me. When I walked onto the stage I heard the music start, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth and a different voice came out.”

Miraculously she sang with perfect pitch that night and brought down the house. She then realized that her life could be much bigger than she realized. From that point on not only could Doolittle sing but she could hear harmonies.

In The Green Room
Go behind the scenes with Melinda Doolittle

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“When I arrived in heaven, I was inside the gate. The gate was really tall, and it was white. It was very shiny, and it looked like it had scales like a fish. I was in the inner heaven and everything was brighter and more intense on the inside of the gate. It was perfect! Perfect is my favorite word for describing heaven.”

Kevin Malarkey’s short drive home on November 14, 2004 with his son, Alex, turned out to be an unexpected road trip to heaven and back. Alex’s story of the time he spent in heaven while in a coma is fully told by both him and his father, in a new Tyndale House book, “The Boy Who Came Back From Heaven,” a remarkable account of miracles, angels, and life beyond this world.

Alex was presumed dead at the scene of the accident, and first responders considered calling a coroner. He survived but suffered traumatic injury to his brain and an internal decapitation. His skull was almost completely detached from his spinal column. Alex’s parents were told that injuries involving this extent of spinal alignment virtually always result in death. If Alex were to survive, he would be a quadriplegic, never breathe independently, swallow food, or speak.

The prognosis was grim. Alex’s family and friends started a round-the-clock prayer vigil in the ICU, which quickly spread across the country. In a matter of weeks, Alex’s most severe spinal injuries were healed without medical intervention leading stunned doctors to cancel a critical spinal alignment surgery.

The vertebrae were completely detached. The tendon sheath around the spinal column was severed near the base of his brain. The injury was so severe and so high on the spinal column; it is simply incredible that Alex survived.” – Dr. Raymond Onders (Christopher Reeves’ & Alex’s doctor)

After two months in a coma, Alex slowly learned to speak again and had incredible things to say about where he had been: of events at the accident scene and in the hospital while unconscious, of unearthly music that sounded just terrible to a six-year-old, and of the angels that took him through the gates of heaven.

WATCH: The Boy Who Came Back from Heaven
In 2004, Kevin Malarkey and his six-year-old son, Alex, suffered an horrific car accident. The impact from the crash paralyzed Alex–and medically speaking, it was unlikely that he could survive. “I think Alex has gone to be with Jesus,” a friend told the stricken dad. But two months later, Alex awoke from a coma with an incredible story to share.

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Breaking Christian News wants you to be informed, inspired, and intrigued. Thanks also to Keri Jo Raz of Tyndale House who contributed to this fascinating story.

We’re all trying to find it—it being that thing called love. Love. The English language only has one word for it. Ancient Greek has four, Italian has five, Arabic has more than a dozen.

We live life secretly hoping to happen upon it. We want to be known, completely, and to be accepted wholeheartedly anyway. To some, love is a feeling that comes like an onslaught of the flu, passionate but passing, contagious but ultimately forgotten.

But love is not just romance. We come into the world kicking and screaming, immediately wanting someone to tell us “it’s OK,” that we’ll be safe. Our mothers and fathers, whom we cling to so desperately, are so quickly taken for granted. Theirs is perhaps the truest love of all, the love that gives but does not always get in return. For years we live under the tireless protection of our fathers, the tender care of our mothers, and then we pack up our bags and stomp away to begin our own stumbling journey through the world.

We happen upon the intoxication of friends, of distractions, of happy times, whatever those may be. We try to fill our days with smiles and good memories, hoping to find the finer spice of life.

But, of course, the heart that was formerly tenderly cared for by our mothers gets broken at least once. At least once it is handled with careless hands and then casually tossed to the side when the sunshine begins to fade. No one can deny that he or she has not felt that stabbing pain at least once. The heart is a delicate thing; and the wounds that seem to heal leave scars that run deep.

The craving for love is channeled into the wholesomeness of work, of ambition. Perhaps enough success can erase a little pain. Perhaps the world will say, “Yes, you do matter.” And “Yes, you are someone!” And then the credits roll and life is just one big parade of greatness ever after.

Alas, no one is spared from at least a little failure, not even those who are disgustingly talented. And the emptiness returns like a bad stomachache.

But the earth is full of adventure, and with itching feet we move onwards to the unknown. There are caves of doubt and pools of sin. Just try putting one foot in the water, and it sucks you inward. Oh but it feels good for a time. For a time—it can quench any thirst.

There are consequences. There were consequences from the first bite of forbidden fruit. They may hide, and hide well, for a while. Eventually, however, they appear to collect their debts, and show no mercy.

“Why is it that they are so messed up?” We ask of the world around us, while sipping the wine of pride. We put on our nice clothes to hide the darkness which lurks in our own hearts, hoping that rules and good deeds can justify us. “Surely my small sin is not as great as his!”

But we are all equal, sharing in this panic, looking for love.

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This article was written by Karissa Sechrist from Relevant. Connect with Relevant Magazine on Twitter, Facebook, or MySpace.