Friday, October 21, 2016

His Language of Loving Care (Day 21)

This is the 21st post for our Write 31 Days series 31 Days of Miracles: Who is Our God. Today, Wendy Balder-Wieringa (see below for her bio) shares her story. It has been translated into English from her native Dutch and shortened. You can find the original Dutch version here: Nederlandse versie. 
I am a 31-year-old mother of 3 children. I grew up in a broken home, but my faith in God has always been there. God has always cared for me and His love has always been palpably present in my life. Especially in my teenage years. So palpable that I was never surprised when it stopped raining in answer to our joint prayers, or when I passed my exams. I never stopped to worry that important moments in my life would not work out.    
I had been a member of an international choir for quite some time. We’d toured Europe two summers long. Danced and sung, as we were privileged to bring the love of God to people throughout Europe. Oh how I loved it all! And so was thrilled to later travel with them as an assistant conductor, helping to lead a group of 12 – 16 year olds. I was 19 years old. So so young!
We had a week of training, and after that we traveled by bus, with our podium on board. We started with a few concerts in the Netherlands and then traveled farther and farther south. Germany, Austria, Switzerland, we saw everything! Every evening a group of 30 teenagers stopped at another place to tell others about Christ. It was a special time. We had an amazing time and spent lots of time in prayer for people around us.
One day, Sarah got sick. Sarah was 12 years old and the youngest of our choir. She got quieter, kept complaining of stomach pain and didn’t want to eat anything. We prayed for Sarah, but her stomach ache didn’t let up. I gave Sarah paracetamol, but it didn’t help. We were in Poland at the time and the last thing I wanted was to have to visit a doctor in such a poor country. So, I put her to bed, nursed her and hoped things would improve. I didn’t really worry. God would solve it all, as always.
But, He didn’t. Sarah got sicker and sicker.
Sarah was examined by a nurse, but unfortunately she didn’t see anything either. We were brought to a room where five other adults lay. They were completely exposed, with wounds, stitches, drains and other awful things for all to see.
“Oh my, poor Sarah,” I thought. “How can I do this to her.” I began to protest. I told the lady in my English that this 12-year-old couldn’t lie here. No way. A kind of primal gut instinct welled up from within me to protect her. She was just 12 years old! Still so little!
The nurse didn’t speak any English and didn’t understand me. But using my hands and feet I was able to convince her that I wouldn’t be leaving my Sarah behind here. So, we walked farther down the hallway and were thankfully brought to the children’s ward. Thank God! There was a room with a bed, very big and empty. And so we were left alone in a cold, echoing room. I was expected to leave her there behind, alone. Ha ha! No way! But how could I make that clear to them with my hands and feet?
Sarah was asleep when the doctors entered. I tried to explain to them in my English what Sarah had and what the nurse had already done. The doctors interrupted me in their Polish to explain something to me. I didn’t understand them and they didn’t understand me.
After performing a short examination, one of the doctors grabbed a cart with all sorts of medical instruments. Because I was in training to become a nurse myself, I recognized the instruments.
NO! This was the cart with gynecological instruments. “Oh, LORD. They can’t be allowed to examine this 12-year-old girl internally! They would traumatize her for life! But how do I tell them that?”
I can’t remember how it happened, but it all happened so quickly. I wanted to open my mouth to say something and what a miracle! I talked to the doctors. In Polish! I understood them and they me. In that moment, I didn’t even realize I was speaking their language. I told them that this girl was not my daughter, and that I gave them absolutely no authority to do an internal examination of her. Sarah’s father was already on his way to Poland to get her and could explain that. Because Sarah was sick, but not critically so, the doctors were prepared to wait.
I explained that Sarah was still very young, and that the probability of it being a gynecological problem was very small. The doctors wanted to do all sorts of tests to determine the cause of the pain, and I think they also saw an opportunity to make some money from us. After a good chat, they drew back, and after about an hour Sarah’s father arrived at the hospital. Her Dad took over and Sarah flew home with him.
I will never forget how God gifted me the doctors’ language, so I could communicate with them. What if I hadn’t been able to speak up? What then?
wordswag_1476968523473From that point on my belief in God’s care became that much greater. Of course He had always been caring, but this was such a practical example of it. It was so beautiful and gave me such a window into His love for Sarah and for me.
That I was privileged with an opportunity to care for her and that God worked through me to care for Sarah. Prayer was such a mighty tool in all of this. I prayed and God heard me. Even if I actually prayed for healing and He gave me another language. Still, His love shone through. Even more than I expected. It really gave me a more mature adult faith: do what we are told to do in the Bible and step out in faith.
God cares for me in a special and intimate way! In my unique situation, in a unique way. I already believed that, but now I experienced it personally. The Holy Spirit can work through you in such a practical way.
That feeling that I had as I spoke I still experience today. When I feel that I know the Holy Spirit is talking to me and I need to listen. Step out and follow Him. Since then I have spoken many words and prayers for people that God meant for them. Without me knowing what I was saying, God spoke through me to someone through a prayer of mine. I have never again spoken a foreign language, but I have spoken in tongues: the language given us by the Holy Spirit to glorify God. Stunning! God is good.
And Sarah? Everything turned out okay. She was treated at a hospital in England (where she came from) and had recovered fully three weeks later.
In her daily life, Wendy Balder-Wieringa is a nurse, married to Mark and mother of 3 children: Livia(5), Matteo (4) en Lauren (2).
Since 2014, she is also one of the three spiritual mothers of MamaSamen, a platform that inspires and connects mothers. You can find Wendy on Facebook and MamaSamen at:

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Healing and Undying Hope in a Broken World (Day 20)


This is the 20th post for our Write 31 Days series 31 Days of Miracles: Who is Our God. Today, Jennifer L. Lane (see below for her bio) shares her story.

When Anna asked me to share about a miracle in my life for her and Debbie’s Write 31 Days series, I knew exactly what miracle I needed to tell you about, but I was afraid to do it.

I’m going to get brave and tell you my messy story.

I think many people are reluctant to share miracle stories because, we live in a fallen world where most miracles aren’t a permanent solution.  No one who was raised from the dead or healed, even personally by Jesus, from our Bible accounts is still alive and healthy.  At some point, we all come to the end of our Earthly life, even if God works a big miracle.
My mom was healed by God.
It feels like I need to add so many asterisks to that statement.
It feels like I’m being dishonest if I leave the statement at that, but I believe that she was healed by God 6 years ago.
It was the absolute hardest day of my life.  Seven months pregnant, I had been driving all day with my two older kids in the back seat, and my youngest, Gabe, in my bulging tummy.  Nine hours of driving behind us and two hours from home, I heard these words through my phone spoken by my youngest brother, “She took all of her pills, everything.  She is unconscious.  The ambulance is here.  They are taking her to the hospital.  I don’t know if she’s going to make it this time.”
My brother was frantically telling me that my mom had attempted suicide for the second time in two weeks.
I couldn’t have known that my brother would choose to end his own life only five short months from that moment.  I couldn’t have known that my brother would never hold the nephew I was holding in my belly.  I didn’t know that this was the beginning of my family never looking the same again.
Ten hours later, I would be still driving, this time without my two oldest kids.  Instead, I had my husband in the driver’s seat.
This time we had two hours left to drive to arrive at the hospital in the town where my parents lived, Magnolia, Texas.
Another phone call, this time with my other brother, the older of the two boys.  Again the phone call is frantic.  “They called a code blue.  We could all hear it over the speakers.  Her heart has stopped.  She has flatlined, and they are trying to resuscitate her.”
I thought of the stories of fear-inducing angels that I knew from scripture.  I knew angels could stop donkeys on their path, and God could make said donkeys speak.
wordswag_1476877925495I prayed fervently for God to send one of those angels to that room with my mom, the nurses, and the doctors trying to revive her.  I prayed that God would physically reach into her cavity and squeeze her heart, cause it to beat again.  “I don’t want to lose my mom like this, God.  Please not like this,” I pleaded.
I sat on the edge of my car seat, gripping my phone, waiting.  For the second time in 24 hours, I was driving in a car, helplessly, not knowing if my mom was alive or dead.
The phone finally rang.  It was my brother calling with the news.
She was alive.  Her heart was beating again.  They had used the defibrillator to shock her heart 7 times, but she was again stable.
After driving through day break, we arrived at the hospital as the sun was beginning to rise over the pine trees cluttering the south Texas skies.
Later that day, I would get to see my mom in her ICU hospital bed.  I tried to get some hope of a recovery from the nurse attending to her needs.  He couldn’t give me any hope whatsoever.  His job was to continue the flooding of fluids through my mom’s body trying to wash out the plethora of prescription and nonprescription drugs she had engulfed herself with.
That conversation was the first time I heard the word coma to describe the state my mom was in.
Why hadn’t I known that this was a coma?  Why is everything I know about comas from a television show?
A real life coma is nothing like the portrayals on television, just like almost no childbirth scene is realistic.
My mom was swollen almost beyond recognition, and the room was alive with sound, beeping, alarms, and the ventilator shoved down her throat.  The machine was breathing for her, and the sound it was making was nightmare fuel.
I googled coma.
I felt helpless.
I begged friends, far and wide, to join me in prayer.
These were the complications she faced.  She needed to come out of the coma.  Her oxygen levels were so low when she was brought into the hospital, it was very likely that she had damaged her brain.  Also, when they found her, she was laying on her side, on top of her arm.  It was possible that she had caused damage to that side of her body.  She may need to go through extreme physical therapy. 
wordswag_1476879973692Over the course of three days, every prayer we prayed was answered.  She slowly got better and better.  She came out of her coma, got her oxygen levels high enough to remove the ventilator, wrote words on paper that proved to us that she wasn’t brain damaged, and needed no physical therapy.
God had healed my mother.  Completely.
Since this healing, my mom has not had any complications from this suicide attempt.
She isn’t whole.
She won’t be whole until Heaven.  She still struggles with depression.  It feels messy, and this makes me reluctant.
God wants this story told.  He deserves glory from healing my mom, and for completely answering so many of our prayers.
God deserves glory for being close to mom during her coma.
“Where shall I go from your Spirit?  Or where shall I flee from your presence?  If I ascend to heaven, you are there!  If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!  If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me.  If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light about me be night,” even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is bright as the day, for darkness is as light with you.” Psalm 139:7-12 ESV
God deserves glory for being hope and words of prayer when I was unable to form either.
“O Lord, you have searched me and known me!  You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from afar.  You search out my path and my lying down and are acquainted with all my ways.”  Psalm 139:1-3 ESV
I have hope, even in my messy miracle story, and I have hope after, in losing my brother.  I have hope because of Him.  That hope is a miracle in itself.
God put it on Jennifer’s heart to share this story in the winter of 2015.  She can pinpoint the moment.  In order to make that dream come true, she needs a book deal.  In order to get a book deal, she needs subscribers.  We would love to help Jennifer with this and so hope you don’t mind us asking if you would consider subscribing to her blog. Then, you can become a part of making this dream come true.  And to bless you in return, Jennifer will email you a free 3-week devotional.  Thank you, friends.
The Lanes and extended family founded the inner-city ministry for children, Citychurch, in 1996. Most days, you can find Jennifer hanging out on Instagram, at has traveled to Ethiopia twice as an advocate for orphans with Storyteller Missions and will be in Ethiopia for the next few weeks visiting orphanages.
bookThe Lanes reside in Amarillo, Texas with their three children. They are also in the waiting stage of the adopting process to adopt a son from Ethiopia.  In December, Jennifer released her first book, an eBook called Faith Adventures:  Stories of Learning with an Unseen God on Amazon Kindle Direct Publishing. 

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

His Love and Protection Prevail (Day 19)


This is the 19th post for our Write 31 Days series 31 Days of Miracles: Who is Our God. Today, Rivkah Isaacs (see below for her bio) shares her story.
Crying and broken hearted, I hung up the phone in my college dorm room with my head in my hands. Once again, this person who was supposed to love me couldn’t or wouldn’t. I felt so broken.
There was a huge void in my life of love. Raised in a Christian home, a pastor’s family, everything looked good and polished on the outside. Yet behind the scenes was a completely different story. Unknown to me at the time was the underlying work of generational occultism and it’s destructive effects on the family. One of the many results was a lack of being loved. Another indicator was the many attempts on my life by the enemy to kill me.
After hanging up the phone, I sat at my desk and cried out to the Lord, “I just want someone to love me!”
After saying this, I wanted to get up but I couldn’t. I was frozen. Instantly, I was taken back to another time where I experienced the same paralysis.
Classes at my high school had just ended and I was on my way home. I waited at the corner of the street for the crosswalk light to change. As was my habit, I stood at the edge of the curb ready to step out as soon as the light indicated it was safe to cross. When the light changed, I was frozen in place. “Why can’t I move?” I wondered to myself. As soon as I asked this question, a motorcyclist ran the red light, cutting the corner into the wrong lane, leaning into his turn right in front of me. He was so close I could have touched his helmet with my hand at shoulder height. If I had stepped out when the light changed, I would have taken two steps into the street putting me in front of the motorcycle. Instantly, I knew the Lord had intervened and saved my life.
My thoughts returned to my situation in my dorm room with the same feeling of not being able to move. It caused me to wonder if Lord was going to do something again. As I waited, He audibly called me by name and said, “I love you.” I felt the warmth of His love penetrate deep into my heart and I began to cry again.
wordswag_1476729791314Over the years, the Lord has shown His love and protection of me. It does not matter what anyone does or does not do; whether I am loved or not loved by people; nor does it matter what the enemy’s plans and purposes are. The plans and purposes of the Lord will prevail. My Heavenly Father loves me and Lord of Hosts protects me, all the while, He teaches my hands to wage effective war against the work of the enemy.

rivkah-bio-picture-cymkRivkah Isaacs is the founder of Treasures of Glory Ministries in San Diego, California. Her purpose in
ministry is to equip the Bride of Christ for victory in the spiritual battle that wages on from ancient times. After years of application and study in spiritual warfare, Rivkah’s series on “The Fruit of the Holy Spirit as Spiritual Warfare” was birthed to come in the opposite spirit of the attacks of the Enemy in order to overcome evil with good (Rom 12:21).
Rivkah also leads a prayer team that intercedes for the healing of our nations. Prayer topics cover keeping covenant with the Lord in the seven mountains of Culture and are based on the biblical principles of Repentance, Replacement, Forgiveness and Blessing Israel.
If you would like to sign up for the weekly emails to pray for the healing of our nations, you can do so at:
Author of “Covenant & Religion,” the first book in the series “Covenant & Religion, (available on Amazon and Kindle).

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

With Lovingkindness and Tender Mercies (Day 18)

This is the 18th post for our Write 31 Days series 31 Days of Miracles: Who is Our God. Today, Jennifer Moye (see below for her bio) shares her story.
I sat in the waiting room holding my first ever “baby bump” in my hands. I looked down and quietly prayed at this 21 week appointment with the Perinatologist, that the cyst found on our baby’s brain would somehow just disappear. As a first time mom I was beside myself with worry and stress. A million questions running through my mind and then . . .
Here we go . . .
The doctor was quiet as he turned the ultrasound over my tummy and stared at his screen. His head tilted a little more than normal. Then he put the wand down, looked at me with a confused smile, and said, “it’s gone”.
My 13 ounce little boy who once had a brain cyst was suddenly perfectly normal and right on track just like he should be.
Miracle number one.
The ultrasound continued, and the doctor didn’t have much else to say about our little miracle brain.
At the previous ultrasound they found my placenta low lying. So we checked on that today and unfortunately the placenta had moved even lower and was now completely covering the opening of the uterus. The doctor explained that I had a rare thing called Vasa Previa. This is a serious complication in which there are some major fetal blood vessels lying beneath the baby and actually laying within the uterine opening. The danger is when a woman with vasa previa goes into labor and the cervix begins to dilate, the blood vessels present at the cervix can rupture. If this occurs, the baby will experience rapid blood loss and may die before doctors are able to do anything about the situation. Beside outright rupture, the blood vessels crossing the cervix can easily become compressed when the baby drops further down in the pelvis, decreasing the baby’s blood supply and causing drops in the heart rate. The typical treatment is to be on hospitalized bed rest in your third trimester and to have a cesarean section no later than 35 weeks.
Good news. Miracle. More scary news. Miracle?
In hind sight I realize, if there had not been this cyst I never would have had this higher level ultrasound and may have never known about this Vasa Previa which would have most likely resulted in a still birth. I have no doubt that this is all in God’s plan and that He is the master healer and physician.
After this emotional day at the doctor’s office, I went home and began my first journey on bedrest that continued for almost two months. My only outings from the house were to my weekly visit with Dr. Roe and his ultrasound machine. Brutal.
Each visit felt the same. Nothing really changed, so we just kept on with the plan.
Then came my week 33 appointment. As the doctor went through his routine ultrasound moves, I saw it . . . that same head tilt I had seen many weeks before.
“It’s gone”
I just smiled.
Not only was had my placenta moved up to the side of my uterus, but the supposed “incurable and unresolvable” Vesa Previa was completely gone. Not a trace of anything that even remotely looked like it. Gone.
“Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us.” (Ephesians 3:20)
The doctor told me when he diagnosed me with VP that the only person who could fix this was “the big man upstairs”. And it appeared that indeed HE had solved our problem! I have no doubt in my mind that the God of all creation took some time out of His busy schedule, reached down and healed His precious creation! What an incredibly humbling feeling to know that our God cares that much for me and for our unborn baby!
“The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoices; and with my song will I praise him.” (Psalm 28:7)
This experience changed me more than I can even express. Obviously I became a mom for the first time – defiantly a life changer right? But even more than that, this experience rocked the core of who I was. I had never been so scared in all my life. I questioned why God would even allow things like that to happen. How could a good God let this happen?
Yet despite my doubts and worries, God still heard my prayers and the prayers of those around me. He chose to heal that sweet baby and in doing so He showed off His glory in such a mighty way. He showed me that He can turn a mess into a miracle if I just ask Him. It’s almost as if He smiled down in that ultrasound with me that day and whispered,
“Hey baby girl. I told you I had you. You are mine. Trust in me. I am your Helper. Allow me to help you.”
But He said,
“The things which are impossible with men are possible with God.” (Luke 18:27)
I have been a Christian since I was a young girl, but something changed in my soul that day. That day a heart of faith was etched into my very being. If God could, and would, save my baby how could I ever doubt Him? I will never fully understand why God allows certain things to happen. All I know is that His plans are so much greater than mine. I know that on that day He chose to smile upon me.
“Bless the LORD, O my soul, And forget not all His benefits:
Who forgives all your iniquities, Who heals all your diseases,
Who redeems your life from destruction,
Who crowns you with loving kindness and tender mercies,
Who satisfies your mouth with good things,
So that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.” (Psalm 103:2-5)
wordswag_1476645572342No matter what you are going through today I want you to know that God is in the business of miracles. Even when we don’t understand the why or the how, He is always working for our good. Trust Him. No matter what. Trust. He will see you through.
“For with God nothing will be impossible.” (Luke 1:37)
Jennifer Moye, author of newly released A Gospel Christmas, writes from a place of transparency and with the heart of a mom passionate about God’s will for her family. Her candid sense of humor makes her writing easy and enjoyable to read. She speaks with an authentic style that will have you laughing with relatability yet challenged to step up to your next highest calling in your walk with God. Jennifer is wife to an Airman and mom to three rambunctious little boys. With excitement on a daily basis and grace around every corner, she believes we are meant to live this life in community with others and with the mercy to mess up and try again….and again. Being a mom is hard, but it is also one of the greatest callings we can have in this life. Her ministry to women is relevant and heartfelt with her core passion being that we learn to glorify our God in our parenting, our marriage, and in our everyday lives.
Day 2
As the holiday pressure grows, you might wonder… How do I teach my children the true meaning of Christmas in a world that calls it a Holiday? How do I keep all the fun and point them to our Savior at the same time? Is it possible to connect Baby Jesus, Santa, and even that naughty little Elf? If you have struggled with these questions, then you are in the right place! Take this journey of celebration and watch not only your children, but your whole family embrace the true meaning of Christmas. Visit Christian Faith Publishing for more info and for retailers offering the book.

Monday, October 17, 2016

He Was There – He Never Left (Day 17)


This is the seventeenth post for our Write 31 Days series 31 Days of Miracles: Who is Our God. Today, Carolina Hinojosa-Cisneros (see below for her bio) shares her story.

A trickle of light flows in and catches on my clothes. I pinch the light between my fingers, but grab only the cotton fray in my sweater. The speck of light continues to saturate. The paper clip I used to scrape my wrist lies next to me – I imagine it has absorbed the fear, the guilt, the pain.
wordswag_1476623021718I would have cut deeper, but then someone would notice. And maybe the fear of being found would hurt much worse. The pain comes in waves like an ocean nearing high tide. The pain of the wound and the pain of my inside feelings clash with each other and I can no longer decipher between the two.

At 13, I was hurt in every which way it came.
God’s promise states: “My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.” Although I didn’t know that verse by heart then, I know it full well now at 37. I know when I look back at a time when I wanted to give up so much, God sat right beside me trickling in from a barely open window, catching on my clothes, wanting me to know he could cover it all.
Friends, sometimes it’s hard to know that God speaks to us. It’s hard to see the light in such a dark place. In retrospect, God has always been there. When we claim Jesus, we can see all the times he filtered through. Not too bright and not too silent.
I used to confuse miracles as great bursts of light saving someone from an infinite death, but for me, miracles are woven into the fabric of our being. This great miracle unfolded for the next 20 years. Slowly, God worked on my heart. He worked on my ability to rationalize between pain and fear. God taught me to walk toward him instead of looking at my flesh as if it was the enemy. The flesh is not our enemy. It is what God gave us to inhabit on this earth. It is his vessel for walking in light through this world.
“I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.” Psalm 13414 (NIV)
God needed me to take 20 years to understand his faithfulness. He needed me to walk in trenches and mud puddles so that one day I would understand how that hurt could help someone else. There have been a handful of people near and dear to my heart whom have walked through cutting. I have been blessed to be able to speak to that mess. And although the miracle is not sudden, I know God will need to work in them, as he did in me, before the light is fully expressed.
wordswag_1476620300000Now, when pain begins to rise like high tide, I look out of the window. I close my eyes and remember when the light caught on my sweater at 13 years old. I remember the paper clip sitting next to me. I remember the tears streaking down my face because I wanted someone to hear me. God was there. And he never left.

Carolina Hinojosa-Cisneros is a mama, wife, writer, and sharer of light at Her work has appeared in the Acentos Review, Mudroom, Lookout Magazine and others. Her roots grow deep in San Antonio, Texas.

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Precious Child – I’ve Been Carrying You (Day 16)

This is the sixteenth post for our Write 31 Days series 31 Days of Miracles: Who is Our God. Today, Lynne Cole (see below for her bio) shares Part 2 of her story, A Gift of Life, which began yesterday.
The second miracle…
My pregnancy was pretty average. No complaints. I had the usual morning sickness, but to be honest, I just ate more. I love my food, so for once I didn’t feel guilty about how much I ate and what I ate. You could say that this was turning out to be a text book pregnancy (if there is such a thing).
Until one day, our whole world changed in 10 minutes! The week prior to this earth shattering moment, I started to feel ill. Not just the usual morning sickness though. I had blurred vision, dizziness, sickness, I couldn’t stop sleeping, really bad headaches and heart burn like I had eaten a vindaloo twice over . . . classic symptoms of pre-eclampsia – but I didn’t know this. I just put it down to feeling tired and I was entering my third trimester. This was normal, wasn’t it?
A week later after the symptoms started, as we came home from church, I sat on the sofa with my hubby discussing what we were going to do about the nursery. We were going to go out that afternoon to get things prepared. I was at 31 weeks and 4 days at this point, so we thought it was time to get ready.
We had only sat down for 10 minutes, and it hit me. Excruciating pain. I ran to the toilet and was bleeding uncontrollably. Fortunately, I live opposite the hospital, (another moment that we are thankful for . . . that we had moved to the right place), so we rushed over. Being a Sunday there was hardly anyone around, but my husband found someone. They took one look at me and rushed me in. 40 minutes later, through an emergency C-section, I had my daughter . . . 8 weeks early! If I had been 10 minutes later, my story would be very different.
My daughter was seriously ill and was placed in an incubator and given CPAP (this is a machine that continually provides air and oxygen into the lungs to help a baby breathe). She weighed 3lb 8oz when she was born and was so small that you could fit her in the palm of your hand. She was a little fighter though from the moment that she came out and refused CPAP. She was in hospital for just over 5 weeks. This seemed like a life time though, but we were just grateful that she was still alive. She was our little miracle.
A Third Miracle…
The miracle doesn’t stop there though. I was seriously ill, but did not know how bad. The next day after the birth, a doctor came around to have a look at me. He was worried and realised that I had a rare condition called HELLP Syndrome. This is developed from pre-eclampsia and is a rare liver and blood clotting disorder. It effects less than 1% of all pregnancies! Pretty small odds I reckon. The only way to save the mother from this condition though is to deliver the baby, despite how many weeks pregnant you are. Many women have died from this if not detected early.
received_10154387788906154God was still working His plan out though. The doctor that saved me did not work in the hospital normally. He was only there for the day and was standing in for someone else. No-one else in maternity recognised what I had or knew what my condition was. So, if he hadn’t been there that day I know that I would not be here now! The doctor was an angel from heaven that God sent to me. He was sent to look after me, and to save me.
So, I guess I could say that I am a miracle, as well as my daughter. From surviving my past, to getting pregnant, to giving birth, my daughter being saved, to my own life being saved. Wow!
Looking back, I cannot deny that God was working in our lives.
Before all this took place though, I guess I was just bobbing along on my own merry way and not really taking notice of what was going on around me. During this time, if I’m honest, I don’t think I saw God with me. I was too caught up in everything that was happening. Clearly He was though. How else can I explain that I am still alive? There are just too many coincides. This reminds me of the beautiful poem, “Footprints in the Sand”. I’m sure we have all read it, but it’s the last verse that provides me with the most comfort, and is what I feel God is saying to me about my life:

Lynne Cole is a full-time working, married mother to 3 gorgeous children . . . two girls (aged 7 and 6) and a little man (aged 4).  She blogs in the free time that she has, and her hope is that she is able to give people a little encouragement through what she writes.  She writes from the heart, honestly, about anything . . . things that have happened in the past, what she is going through right now and what she hopes for the future.

Come visit her at:
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