Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee. Trust ye in the LORD forever: for in the LORD JEHOVAH is everlasting strength… Isaiah 26:3-4
I had taken a fertility drug to conceive Bobby and my thoughts turned to a second child, what if it took several years to become pregnant. Bobby was a smart, winsome child and could wrap any adult around his little finger including his Dad and me at times! He was becoming overindulged and spoiled but more of my concern was the fact he was lonely.
I kept a temperature chart and “boom” two months later Jonathan was on the way. Mark seemed less than enthusiastic about the news; the thought of two very active children was a little intimidating. He was not emotionally supportive, so I was desperate to find a way to cope. You know that old adage “you aren’t just a little pregnant”
My pregnancy with Bobby had been exhilarating and joyful until I got so huge and preeclamptic (a toxemia of late pregnancy). But the fatigue I felt with Jonathan seemed abnormal to me, it wasn’t that, “Oh, I need a nap” kind; but it was an “I’m not confident my heart will keep beating”. This feeling increased as Jonathan grew and other symptoms became quite painful even though I monitored my diet and exercise strenuously.
I kept my fear to myself, prayed, and kept turning it over to the Lord, but I never gained total lasting (perfect) peace. Jonathan was born “sunny side up” as the physicians called it, meaning he was backwards and face up March 3, 1984. He was perfectly healthy and I recovered quickly the second time. The boys were gifts from God and so wonderful. My faith was strengthened, peace settled over me like a warm blanket and joy surfaced like I had never known before. My dependence on God who never fails grew.
Prayer: Thank you, Lord, you are faithful when we are faithless.
Thought: Is our dependence on God ever limited? My experience said no!