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 I asked that she promise 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.
Wow! What a story! It seems to me that before any kind of birth, either physical or spiritual, there is travail. Thanks for the vivid reminder that raw crying out to God is sometimes the only thing we can do.
Amen! I’m in awe of our God!!!!
AMEN!! What a great story. Thanks for including the pic. After reading the story, I was reminded that our God is so in love with us that He turns death into life, failure into success, cursing into blessing if we only trust Him. I needed to hear that from God at that moment and the pic of your beautiful child reminded me of the Greatness of my God. Just look at the love He poured into that beautiful, miraculous creation!! Praise Him!! God bless you!
That testimony prove to me again that our God is too much and so real.
He is the one who never breaks his convenience.
your story is a very proof that God is on control.
blessed be his holy name,all the glory and praise belong to him.Amen
In 1997 a Obstetrician informed me that I was having identical twin girls. One week later they sent emergency telegram stating that I would have to abort due to life threating complication that would follow during my 5th month. I prayed to GOD day and night and refused to abort. Yes I suffered excruciating pain, but my faith in God provided peace. On the day of delivery – code blue was called for my 1st twin, then for 2nd twin, then for myself. Yes 1st twin returned back to the Lord, but by god’s grace I survived and I was blessed with the opportunity to be a mother to the 2nd twin and 11 years later she is doing just great.
All praises be to Our Lord and Savior.