I love stories! So I decided to share the story of how I came to be a mother.
It all started in 2010 when we celebrated our first wedding anniversary. We wanted a baby soon, and were hoping I would hear good news of pregnancy in a few months. But when 6 months passed, I remember thinking something was wrong with me and decided that I should go visit a doctor. The doctor had me checked and said there was nothing wrong and I should keep expecting and not be tense.
The harrowing visit to the doctor and the blood tests had me very upset, and I was sad to the point of opening my Bible to the well known story of Hannah, who was unable to have a child for many years. In her desperation she had asked God to give her a son so that her reproach could be taken away., and she would give the son back to God to serve Him all his life. I echoed the prayer that night in my sadness of desperately wanting a child and feeling inadequate to have one.
Time passed, and soon it was the month of August in 2011. I was in Hyderabad with my husband, attending the wedding of my very good friend. There we met a friend of hers, who is a prophet of God. He met us after the ceremony and told us that God was telling us that He will give us a baby and we will have a baby boy in our arms in a year and a half. He added, that God specially wanted me to know, that there was nothing wrong with me! That drove me to tears, because it was a gentle reminder that God cares about ALL our thoughts, and He doesn't want us to condemn ourselves for anything.
As per my calculations, I decided that I must be pregnant by March 2012, to have that baby in my arms in the year and half period that he had mentioned. And I did get pregnant! But alas, that baby didn't make it to our arms. He died in my womb after three months. We were shattered! We didn't know what to do, and what to expect next. I remember myself cleaning up the house corner to corner, hoping that I would succeed cleaning up the sad thoughts in my heart as well. I would stand and cry, sit and cry, walk around the house and cry.... Our friends fixed up a little holiday for us in Khandala so that we could rest and come back feeling better (perhaps!). On the drive there, I was absolutely inconsolable. I cried and cried, and that day I prayed to God and asked Him to heal my broken heart. On the way there, God spoke to me through a Bible verse -
It all started in 2010 when we celebrated our first wedding anniversary. We wanted a baby soon, and were hoping I would hear good news of pregnancy in a few months. But when 6 months passed, I remember thinking something was wrong with me and decided that I should go visit a doctor. The doctor had me checked and said there was nothing wrong and I should keep expecting and not be tense.
The harrowing visit to the doctor and the blood tests had me very upset, and I was sad to the point of opening my Bible to the well known story of Hannah, who was unable to have a child for many years. In her desperation she had asked God to give her a son so that her reproach could be taken away., and she would give the son back to God to serve Him all his life. I echoed the prayer that night in my sadness of desperately wanting a child and feeling inadequate to have one.
Time passed, and soon it was the month of August in 2011. I was in Hyderabad with my husband, attending the wedding of my very good friend. There we met a friend of hers, who is a prophet of God. He met us after the ceremony and told us that God was telling us that He will give us a baby and we will have a baby boy in our arms in a year and a half. He added, that God specially wanted me to know, that there was nothing wrong with me! That drove me to tears, because it was a gentle reminder that God cares about ALL our thoughts, and He doesn't want us to condemn ourselves for anything.
As per my calculations, I decided that I must be pregnant by March 2012, to have that baby in my arms in the year and half period that he had mentioned. And I did get pregnant! But alas, that baby didn't make it to our arms. He died in my womb after three months. We were shattered! We didn't know what to do, and what to expect next. I remember myself cleaning up the house corner to corner, hoping that I would succeed cleaning up the sad thoughts in my heart as well. I would stand and cry, sit and cry, walk around the house and cry.... Our friends fixed up a little holiday for us in Khandala so that we could rest and come back feeling better (perhaps!). On the drive there, I was absolutely inconsolable. I cried and cried, and that day I prayed to God and asked Him to heal my broken heart. On the way there, God spoke to me through a Bible verse -
Isaiah 61:3
To all who mourn in Israel,
he will give a crown of beauty for ashes,
a joyous blessing instead of mourning,
festive praise instead of despair.
In their righteousness, they will be like great oaks
that the Lord has planted for his own glory.
he will give a crown of beauty for ashes,
a joyous blessing instead of mourning,
festive praise instead of despair.
In their righteousness, they will be like great oaks
that the Lord has planted for his own glory.
This verse seemed to put new life in my heart, and I sang a song to God that day which said, "You have made me glad, I'll say of the Lord - Your are my shield, my strength, my portion, deliverer, my shelter, strong tower, my very-present help in times of need" God had healed my pain and I was able to get back home with new hope in my heart.
Six months down the line, I became pregnant. This time around, I was very anxious about the well being of the baby, but he kept growing and becoming stronger everyday! Finally in September 2013, we held our dear son in our arms, with tears in our eyes. As a memorial to God's faithfulness, we named him John Zach Abraham. John - 'God is gracious' and Zach - 'God remembered'.
Its true - God never forgets what He promises.
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