I fell pregnant for the first time when I was 33. I know that many people experience difficulties falling pregnant, but for me, the most difficult part was the initial stage. You know, finding a husband.
As a child, I imagined my life a little differently. I thought that I would marry by 25, and have my first child in my late twenties. When 25, my late twenties, and age 30 passed me by, I felt that perhaps the chance of a family had also. When my younger sister fell pregnant, I was happy, yet devastated at the same time. I should have married first, fallen pregnant first. I felt forgotten.
But I was not forgotten. Proverbs 31:10 says that a good woman is hard to find. That is why it took so long!
I travelled to China on a missions trip. I guess you could say that smuggling Bibles was on my bucket list. While in China, I met an Australian missionary. After talking with her briefly, I threw into the conversation, “Oh, and if you know any eligible guys in Australia, feel free to set me up with them.” Yes, I would say things like that to virtual strangers. I wasn’t desperate. Bold, I was bold.
It just so happened that her brother lived in my city. We met, fell in love, and got married, living happily ever after.
In November 2008, my husband and I travelled to Israel. We visited many remarkable sites, but none were more memorable for me than our last stop, the Garden Tomb. I was roughly six weeks pregnant at this stage: excited, yet apprehensive.
Each time I used the bathroom I would wonder whether there would be blood. You see, seven weeks prior, I experienced a miscarriage. I don’t think I have ever cried so much. I wondered if I would be happy again. But healing comes, and you are.
While sitting in the garden, metres from the tomb that possibly held the greatest victory of time, God gave me peace. Peace that told me everything would be alright. It was the most beautiful moment in the world.
Roughly eight months later, everything was alright. I gave birth to a healthy boy. A few years later we conceived again, and had another incredible boy. Now, life has new challenges, new adventures.
When I wrote Expecting Daily Pregnancy Devotion, I purposely left myself out. I know that hearing miracles is good for the soul, but faith does not come through testimony. It comes by the Word of God.
I do not know where you are at today, but I know that God is a God of the supernatural. He does the impossible. I have seen many wondrous things happen since becoming a Christian in childhood. God is good. But my faith is not based on what I have seen. It is based on who He is. It is based on His Word.
John 16:33 I have told you all this so that you may have peace in me. Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world.
Everyone has their own story, their own miracle on the journey to parenthood. If you want to fill your mind with something, fill it with His Word for you.
I pray that you find peace for your baby. But you won’t find it in my words. It is found in the revelation of His. Take heart, He has overcome. You can overcome.