What Meets My Eye Helping Define Positive Change

It was a cold snowy day in February, back in the late 70’s when after an exploratory surgery the doctor matter-of-factly told me that I would not be able to have children but that I could always adopt. And if you know me, even a little bit, you know I thought “well whatever God has for me”. Years went by and every now and then I would feel an unsettled emotion in my spirit about the whole thing. Especially after I looked out my upstairs window one afternoon and saw a beautiful homemade baby afghan laying in the street. I went down and picked it up, and I heard in my spirit, “it will be filled with a baby”.
More years go by and a longing began to set into my spirit for an infant. I did not know if a baby would appear on my door step, if someone would have a baby for me to adopt, but I began reading and rereading the story of Hannah in the Bible. I began praying and talking with God about this child, pouring out my heart and telling him of my desire, that felt like a “need” but if He didn’t want to fill it then to please take away the feelings of need. A dear friend suggested I see a new doctor and so I did. The new doc reviewed my info and again felt like it was unlikely that even in vitro would work for me. I asked if I might try a fertility drug, she laughed, she told me that wasn’t my problem but it wouldn’t hurt and she appeased me with a prescription. I don’t know why I even asked but I did. I started the medicine and a few weeks later I was scheduled to have another exploratory surgery but I had the to opportunity to visit my family in North Carolina so I postponed the surgery. While visiting family I felt ill and my sister insisted I take a trip to her doctor. You are right if you are guessing that it was the summer of 1989 and that in the spring of 1990 my first born son, was born. And that blanket, saved so many years before brought home my gift from God. (and you may know God opened my womb twice more, that’s another story!)

Today it is a cold snowy day, again in February, and I am sitting in a hotel room in West Virginia waiting for my phone to ring. You see my daughter-in-law, of that first born son, is in labor with my first grandchild. A child whose existence I could not have even imagined all those years ago. I’m told it will be a girl, she should arrive today. I can’t wait to know her well. I am wearing a pink sweater, I have my nails painted pink too, but more than anything my spirit is alive with what God can do, what He has done, how He can really guide us if we want Him to. I am thinking you should be reminded.