Back in 1982, I was
pregnant with my fourth child. I started
spotting and my doctor ordered bed rest. My husband
was wonderful and took our children to church and took over
Sunday school class.
I was in bed for almost a month. We were
beginning to think everything was going to be all right, when on Good Friday,
after my family came home from church, I started cramping and bleeding
heavily. I had to have an emergency C& D. Our baby was the size
of a seven week old embryo.
At first I said it was God's will to take my baby from me, but then a
great depression fell on me. I cried all
the time, I was angry with my sister-in-law because she was pregnant and
having no trouble, I went through the motions at church and
when I had to
be around other people. I felt that God had taken this baby away
and I didn't know why. I had always tried to be a good mother. I
felt as if He didn't hear my prayers.
But then one morning, about 4 months after
losing the baby, the Lord came to me in my sleep. He told not to
grieve any longer for the baby He had taken from me. He told me,
"This child is with me and you'll never have to worry about him."
woke up and felt as if all the weight I had carried on my shoulders was gone. I
told my husband and my pastor about my dream. I don't know if they
could understand how wonderful I felt because the Lord had spoken to
me, but I felt He had touched my life in such a special
way. I had to
be happy for my baby because he was with my Lord.
Three years later the Lord blessed us with a
9lb. 7oz. baby boy. It wasn't an easy pregnancy or delivery,
but He gave
us our son, Adam. He was welcomed into our
lives by his father, his
sister and two brothers and a very thankful mother.
Adam was the
last child I was to have. And he has been a challenge. He is now
can be very wonderful at times, but at other times he is a trial. I
often remember God's words to me 'that the baby with Him is the one I'll never
have to worry about.'
I worry about all my children. Even though
the three older ones are married with children of their own. My
oldest son is a police officer, my next son is a
correctional officer at a
prison and my only daughter is now a stay at home mom
with her miracle baby.
God has touched all our lives and He is in control, even when we forget
and think we can handle life's ups and downs.
He loves us and forgives us and will welcome us home one day.
Thank you for your wonderful pages. I love
them and think you must be a very special person.
God Bless You.
Thank you for sharing your
wonderful testimony of God's love for
Sometimes, in the midst of the
heartaches this life can bring, it is easy to
forget that we are God's children, and
that he feels our pain and sufferings, just as
we hurt for our children here on earth.
I believe that God sometimes
leads us to share our own heartaches because He
knows that someone else needs to know they are
not alone in their troubles. Perhaps,
through sharing your loss, someone else will
know that when they are ready to open their
heart to allow God in.....He will touch them,
and lighten their burden.
Thank you for allowing God to
May He bless and keep
Your sister in Christ...Wren