Wednesday’s Miracle

Wednesday’s Miracle

First babies are wonderful. Whole families are blessed by the news that someone precious is about to be added to the fold. Our little one was greatly anticipated but we realized we were woefully inadequate to care for our new charge.

As a teacher, I was accustomed to children in the 7 to 10-year range, and as an engineer, my husband was totally oblivious to the needs of children of any age. Give him a calculation to solve or a blueprint to tweak and he was your man. Put a baby in his arms and he was totally out of his element.

Pregnancy is a whirlwind time in the life of a couple. There is the nursery to decorate, the furniture to purchase, the baby clothes to obtain – and there are numerous books to read on how to be good parents.

There are also the routine visits to the doctor to be ready for the impending birth. One of those visits was anything but routine. The monthly urine sample indicated a problem. The doctor was very blunt in presenting it to me. He said that the tests indicated that I had a rapidly deteriorating kidney and would require immediate treatment to stay alive. He also said that the treatment would kill my baby.

My drive home from that visit was done through the oblivion of a profusion of tears. I could not see ahead of me because my weeping would not stop. When I arrived home, I called my husband and poured out my sad report to him. Through his shock, he said a word or two of comfort. We hung up – so I could continue to bawl my eyes out.

Within a few minutes, the phone rang, and it was my husband. He had collected himself and he had also taken the matter before the LORD. He said, “I went into an unused office where I could be alone, and I prayed. The LORD spoke to me and HE said that you and the baby are going to be fine.”

I wish I could say that my fear dispelled and my faith came alive at that point, but that isn’t what happened. I said, “That’s easy for you to say; it isn’t your kidney!” I was still in shock, and fear was strangling every other emotion, every thought within me.

A treatment strategy had to be arranged so there were further visits to the physician. More tests evidenced the veracity of what the LORD had spoken to my husband. The doctor was thorough and all the results affirmed that my kidneys were functioning just as they should be.

At the appointed time, our baby was delivered.

At the age of 45, my baby now has babies of his own.

At the age of 74, my kidneys still seem to be doing the job for which they were designed.

The evidence still affirms the WORD that says, “Let GOD be true and every man a liar.”