I grew up in a Christian home so I’ve been a Christian & known of God for as long as I can remember. For a long time, however, I believed in God more because I was afraid of going to Hell than really wanting a relationship with Him and accepting Him as true & real.
Even though throughout my life, I’ve been shown that God was real time & time again, I allowed my doubts to creep in and most of the time could’ve talked myself out of His existence.
For example, when I was 18 years old I was told I’d never be able to have children. This is something I had accepted so you can imagine my surprise when at 23 I found out I was pregnant…
At 20 weeks, I was hospitalized and told my son wouldn’t survive. The doctors would come into my room and tell me of all the complications my son would have, asking me again and again if I wanted them to resuscitate my son or just let him die in peace. Time and time again, I told them they didn’t have to worry about it – my son wouldn’t be coming anytime soon.
How was I so sure? Because I’d received a message from God.
I know what you’re thinking… Crazy, right?
I used to think the same thing, too. So what the doctors didn’t know was that about a week before the doctors appointment that led me to the hospital, I was on my back porch contemplating how to remove myself from this world. I’d suffered with depression on and off my entire life and the internal dialogue that being pregnant by a man I didn’t love & having a child at that particular time in my life brought on had led me to a darker place than I’d ever been before.
Then, I heard God’s voice as if He was standing right next to me. He said to me,
“Have peace. It will get worse before it get’s better but do not fear. I will be with you every step of the way.”
In that moment, a calmness and peace settled over me that lasted for weeks. It’s difficult to describe the peace that surpasses understanding. It’s beyond anything of this world. So as I sat in that hospital room listening to the doctors tell me my son’s fate, I told them about my message from God.
Of course, they looked at me in disbelief and I can understand that because I was, at that time, a practicing nurse. I know what’s it like to believe in science and believe in God. There’s an internal struggle & dialogue about which to believe with so few realizing that they can believe in both.
Anyway, I continued to tell them my story & they continued to tell me their numbers and what they believed would happen until one day I simply said – “I understand your belief but you need to understand this – My God IS Greater Than Your Science.”
Of course, this was well proved when I delivered a perfectly healthy, 5 lb 12 oz baby boy over 14 weeks after I went into “active labor.”
Our God is real & He will always be bigger than what we can imagine.
All my love,