Do you ever feel weak and vulnerable? Do you have dreams that seem impossible? Do you ever worry about all the ‘what ifs’ and ‘what thens’ that probably won’t even happen anyway?
I know what that’s like.
Back in 2015, I barely wrote anything on my blog for over a year. But there was a very good reason for my absence… my husband and I had our first baby in early 2016.
We were, and still are, completely overjoyed and so thankful to the Lord for our miraculous little gift.
I’ve loved babies ever since I was one, and always longed to one day be a mother. Living with chronic illness, though, it always seemed like a distant dream.
The enemy would sneer at me regularly, ‘How could you ever be fit to be a mother? There’s no possible way…’
But we serve the living God – nothing is impossible for Him.
One day, before I became pregnant, the battle between the adversary and the Almighty was in full force.
I was tidying up the living room and had Bible Screen playing on my laptop in the background. The enemy was pounding my heart and mind, feeding me lies that I didn’t want to swallow.
“How could you ever be a mother? You’re not well enough. You want a baby? Ha! Impossible!”
Aching under the weight of such attack, my heavy heart and heavy eyes glanced at the screen, too exhausted to even pray that the Lord would show me truth.
I stopped in my tracks, completely stunned, as the artwork appeared on the screen for Luke 1:37…
For nothing will be impossible with God.
Not only were the words a timely gift of encouraging truth from the Lord, but the artwork was, too…
I couldn’t actually believe what I was seeing: within the word GOD, inside the O… was a baby!
I was speechless.
And as the clarity of the truth of God’s power and sovereignty dispelled the enemy’s clouds of lies, hope and faith arose in my heart.
If God wants me to have children one day, then it will happen… Nothing is impossible with Him.
A few months later, my husband and I were hugging, crying and thanking the Lord as we stared in glad surprise at the positive pregnancy test in my hand.
Then, in early 2016, the Lord safely delivered a precious baby boy into our arms.
It was the Lord who did it. I have no doubt.
…I have done it, and I will carry you; and I will bear you and I will deliver you.
(Isaiah 46:4)
Only He could have done it. Only He could have taken a short, thin, pale, weak, fragile vessel who daily feels the weight of chronic pain and exhaustion and used her to carry, grow and nurture for 9 months a tall, sturdy, swarthy, strong, healthy little boy.
It was the Lord who did it.
