(Posted June 19th 2018 @ 10:17 AM by: Melody Reever)
There are days when life is normal. Then there are days when something happens that changes your life in an instant. This was one of those days. My husband and I had been hoping for a sweet bundle of joy for eight years, but with no success. We’d encountered disappointments, but still had no sweet little thing to hold and call our own. Until this one day, when everything changed.
A kick—that was a kick! There was no denying what I’d just felt. After eight years of experiencing many disappointments and shedding many tears, I unexpectedly felt movement in my womb. I lay there in my bed and began to feel my belly. I could feel the form of a baby. I was in shock! I’d had no symptoms of pregnancy—no cravings, nothing to suggest that I could possibly be expecting a baby. I knew I needed to take a pregnancy test for proof’s sake, but I didn’t need that test to tell me what I already knew.
So I took a pregnancy test. I watched as the test went to work and as the double lines formed. There it was, the proof of what I had felt. Seeing this caused great emotion. I sat down on my bathroom floor and cried tears of joy and thankfulness! Yes, I had seen those double lines before and it hadn’t turn out the way we had hoped. But this was different—I felt the baby kick with force, and I felt the form of a child in my belly.
When I told my husband, we agreed not to tell anyone until after we had seen the doctor and knew how far along I was in the pregnancy. I shared with my husband that I felt I was farther along than most women when they found out they were expecting a baby because I had felt the baby kick. I was thinking somewhere around sixteen weeks.
My husband and I went to the doctor’s appointment together. We answered his questions and asked some of our own. The doctor then measured and said I was measuring at twenty-two weeks, that he guessed me to be somewhere in the range of twenty to twenty-four weeks along in the pregnancy. I could not believe what I was hearing! I was an active, somewhat slender mother to two foster children, and I kept busy. I had recently begun feeling “bloated” and was wondering why I couldn’t shed my pudgy tummy. Now I knew!
My husband and I looked at each other wide-eyed, and we started grinning. This was really happening, and we were way past the beginning stages of pregnancy. My doctor just laughed and said, “You’re over halfway to delivery!” He scheduled an ultrasound for the next day to determine a more accurate due date, and we were told we would most likely be able to find out the gender of the baby. This was all happening so fast—it was a whirlwind.
The next day, we excitedly and nervously went for the ultrasound. The ultrasound technician said it was most definitely a boy—and I was twenty-six weeks pregnant! That was over six months along. I was not twenty, not twenty-two, not twenty-four—but twenty-six weeks into the pregnancy. I promise, I just about fell off the table!
We made our special announcement on Mother’s Day 2015, just days after finding out about our sweet little one on the way. God planned the timing more perfectly than I ever could.
Our sweet baby boy was due to arrive on August 11, although he came to us three weeks early. From the beginning of finding out how far along I was to delivery was only eleven weeks! That’s how long I had to prepare for our little miracle.
Because of health issues, it was not uncommon for me to go many months without having a menstrual cycle—which is why I had no reason to suspect being pregnant. When we found out we were expecting, I dated back to when our child would’ve been conceived. The timing seemed quite unlikely, yet when God is ready to bring His plan to fruition, things happen that even science can’t explain.
What my husband and I experienced was nothing short of the work of God Almighty. After we had been unable to have a child for over a year, a woman who had no idea what we were dealing with prophesied and said, “God will open your womb, and you will carry a child.” That is what kept my faith strong during the years following. I had received a promise from God, and I held on to it. This child I carried was a miracle in many ways. I told friends and family many times, after finding out about our baby boy, that God had this baby in His hands and was protecting him and keeping him through the process. Because of health issues and what I had been told by doctors, the fact I was carrying a child was nearly impossible. Yet, I was living proof there was a miracle growing inside me!
I’ve heard many times that God is in the details of our lives. He shows ways of how He has everything perfectly planned. I want to share ways God has shown us how He is in control.
Our sweet little baby’s due date was August 11. A verse of Scripture that I’d held onto for many years is Hebrews 11:11: “Through faith also Sara herself received strength to conceive seed, and was delivered of a child when she was past age, because she judged him faithful who had promised” (emphasis added). No, I wasn’t past age to carry and deliver a child. But I had been given a promise many years before, and I was going to hold on to that word with every ounce of faith I had. Yes, there were times of frustration. And no, I never imagined it would be an eight-year trial. But God is faithful!
Our son was born on July 21 (7/21). Reverse the numbers and you get 1/27. I Samuel 1:27 reads, “For this child I prayed; and the Lord hath given me my petition which I asked of him.” Through this, I learned for sure there is nothing too hard for the Lord. Nothing.
LaDonna Harrell and husband, Blake, reside in Magnolia, Arkansas, and attend the Pentecostals of Magnolia, pastored by Jason Wylie. LaDonna loves being “Mommy” to her miracle baby and spending quiet mornings drinking coffee and having devotion with God. She is the owner and writer of the blog “Faith, Family and Miracles” (www.faithfamilyandmiracles.com). Her purpose is to share with all who will hear about the miracle God has done in her life.