I was a young woman expecting my first child when at twelve weeks gestation I began bleeding. The consultant offered to evacuate my uterus, saying the foetus would most likely be brain damaged. My mother's instincts knew I would love my baby even if baby was handicapped and I immediately said "No,I'm not going to murder my child!".
The rest of the pregnancy progressed uneventful, but the concern that my baby may be brain damaged stayed with me. I hoped and prayed baby would be OK, but also knew I would love baby regardless. Nearing labour, I had a deep 'knowing' informing me baby would be a brown eyed, fair haired boy and he was to be called 'Tony". I was amazed, wondering if God had named this child. I felt confirmation would be if the words came to be true.
The time for birth arrived and labour progressed in text-book sequence. Sure enough, my beautiful blond haired son arrived. After he was born I watched him laying in the Labour room with eyes wide open and looking around at the lights. I knew immediately he was not only OK, but was bright and showing intelligent curious interest in his surroundings. God had blessed this wee son!
Tony individually experienced God speaking to him around 10 years old when reading his bible in bed one evening. He has grown into his own personal relationship of knowing and walking with God. When Tony was around fifteen years old, he showed signs of a possibly malignant enlarged lymph node and was to have a biopsy. Sitting prayerfully before God one day, He dropped into my spirit the words "none of these diseases I will put upon him" and I knew Tony would be all right. Sure enough he was and the biopsy was cancelled. God is faithful when our eyes are on Him.
Over thirty years later, I can look back and see how God's hand has been on my son"s life, as he has matured into an astute man of God, husband and father.
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