I was a barren woman. I know the pain and anguish of longing for a baby that I could not have. It took about 2 1/2 years and fertility medicines to conceive. The result was my son, Matthew. I absolutely adored him. I quit my job to become a full-time mommy. Matthew was the kind of baby that really required full-time. I felt like I was always nursing, changing, singing, and rocking. He was a fussy baby and did everything early, very early. He rolled over for the first time at two weeks old! We had to take him out of his bassinet shortly after that because he would work himself from one end to the other in the night and end up with his head pressed against the end of the bassinet. He required a lot of energy night and day. We also went through some pretty significant financial troubles. My husband and I were pretty stressed most of the time. These things and a few others led to our final decision. We were confirmed one child parents. No cute little baby could sway our decision.
It was absolutely final.
The year I turned 30, I went to a regular monthly women’s meeting at our church called Women of the Word. At the end of the evening, I went down to the altar to pray about some long forgotten problem. What I do remember is the way God took the whole encounter in a completely unexpected direction.
Me…praying along about whatever was on my heart and mind at the time…minding my own business
God…”You’re going to have another baby.”
Me…”What?” (Surely I didn’t hear that right.)
God… “You’re going to have a baby.”
Me…”We’re confirmed one child parents!”
God… “You’re going to have another baby.”
Me…(A little slow in getting it, but understanding that God was messing with me.)
"But…" followed by every excuse and every reason why it absolutely wouldn’t work to have another baby.
Every time I said anything, HE said, “I’ll take care of it.”
Finally, I gave Him the big one, “Lowell is NEVER gonna go for this.”
He just said, “I’ll take care of it.”
By this time I’m on the floor. I tell him, “You’d better give me confirmation on this.” The lady on the floor next to me rolled over and said, “God says you’ve got confirmation.”
“DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS ABOUT?”
“No, but God says you’ve got confirmation.
Oh boy. I went home afraid to tell Lowell what had happened. The next morning, I woke up, and it was just as settled in my spirit as if I’d taken a pregnancy test. I didn’t like it, but I knew it was going to happen. BUT, I would NOT take any medications to help it along. That afternoon, I decided I had to tell Lowell. His response was “He didn’t say anything to me about it!”
Months passed. Lowell agreed to go to the doctor with me to find out what we’d have to do if we wanted to conceive. More months passed. Finally, the issue was settled…at a garage sale on top of a mountain! Lowell was working in Branson. I was there for the weekend, and we stopped at a garage sale. Lowell waited in the car with Matthew, then 5. I saw a wind-up baby swing and remembered how sometimes that was the only way to get Matthew to sleep. One night I slept on the couch and kept winding the swing every time it stopped. Well, I went out and told him about it. Lowell said he’d buy it if they’d sell it for $15. He came back with it. I knew then that pregnant or not, we were expecting.
Matthew was the child we prayed for, our first-born.