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A story of faith: Tim Drew

Tim Drew relates the following testimony: About two years ago at this very same time in the fall of the year, Erin was pregnant with Colt. I was in town working while she was away in Gainesville, GA visiting her mother. I received a phone call from her early one morning saying …
By Seth Barnes

Tim Drew
relates the following testimony:
About two years ago at this very same time in
the fall of the year, Erin was pregnant with
Colt. I was in town working while she was away in Gainesville, GA
visiting her mother. I received a phone call from her early
one morning
saying she was having problems with the pregnancy and was going to the
hospital. Every bit of breath was sucked out of my life and my heart
physically broke, as I literally felt a crushing pain in my chest, heaving to
get a breath into my lungs. I hurt like I had never hurt before, cried
like I had never cried before and prayed like I had never prayed before.

Erin’s Mom, Bill (yes, Bill is my Mother-in-law),
called me a little while later to report that the ER doctor had run a
preliminary test and indeed Erin was having a miscarriage. The crushing
pain became excruciating, beyond anything I had ever known before. I had
an overwhelming feeling that this child was not lost, but that God was going to
save this child. It was a sense that the doctors were wrong, but worse
than that, I felt in my soul that the doctors were going to unintentionally
kill the child by trying to speed up the process. I called everyone to
start praying.

An hour later, a specialist was called in to give
a second opinion. Bill called me on the phone with the news. The
specialist confirmed what the first doctor had said. Erin
was having a miscarriage and it was in its final stages. I can not
explain the torment that I felt in that moment. At this time, I knew
with all my heart that God was going to save my unborn child. I could
not let the doctors do anything to “help speed up the process.” I was
initially told I could not speak to Erin.
That was soon remedied in a not so quiet manner. Erin came on the phone and Iasked that
shepromise me that she would not let the doctors do anything to her, no
shots, no medications, no ‘procedures.’ God was going to save our
child. Weeping uncontrollably, we agreed that Erin
would wait it out in the hospital until the doctors could do the final
analysis, a sonogram.

The next hour was the longest in my life. The pain was unbearable to
the point that I thought I was going to implode from the constricting of my
chest muscles. My whole body was hurting from both the emotional and
physical strain of the prior hours of crying out to God. The next call
would be life or death.

The phone rang. Bill was on the other line.

The machines showed a healthy baby with a very strong heartbeat… my boy was
alive! My God was alive! My faith was alive!

Yes, it was a miracle and God gets all the glory. Erin and I know
that God saved Colt for a very special purpose. He is ours for a time;
to raise, to love, to encourage, to point him to his Father. But just as
Samuel was given back to God, we too know that Colt is God’s child.
Therefore he will go where we go, wherever God calls us as a family. We
are under God’s protection, and as much as I love my son, God loves him more,
for it is God who knit him in the womb.

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