Many things have happened to me in the past six months - the best of which is my "pregnancy."
I still could not explain the joy I felt when I first learned that we're having a baby - our first! It felt so glorious - as if nothing else could make me happier. Believe me, if I only had enough money, I could have thrown a party for the whole neighborhood. The baby came as planned - perfect timing! Thank God!
Yet, "fear" have visited me a lot of times during these past months.
At first, I feared of what they call "morning sickness!" Thank God I never experienced it. I never even had unreasonable cravings that would make Roem, my husband, look for something to pacify me even in the middle of the night, just like other husbands do.
When I was first rushed to the hospital due to difficulty of breathing, I had my first reason to be afraid. It happened during the third month of my pregnancy. I was then diagnosed of "infection" that made me file for a sick leave.
My second taste of discomfort happened three weeks after I got out of the hospital. I was hiking, on the way to school, with a fellow teacher when suddenly I lost my vision and began grasping for air. That made me panic! The nearest hospital was one-and-a-half-hour-drive away! Thank God I was able to recover after an hour of rest.
Since then I've had a few attacks of breathing difficulty; and every time I'm in that situation, tears would keep falling while I think of my baby's safety. What if I'd lost the baby? No, I couldn't bear that!
And when I saw spots of blood in my undies last October 31, I was in panic! "Jesus!," was I all I could mutter. I kept praying, "Lord, please save our baby," as they rushed me to the hospital. I was overcome with so much fear, even when my husband kept on assuring me that God will not leave us alone, that He would save our baby. I just couldn't help it; I felt so helpless.
But God had proven His faithfulness to me one more time when I heard the doctor say that our baby is safe. Nothing more mattered to me that night but the safety of the baby in my womb. I prayed, "God, you have given this baby to us as a gift; please let the baby live so that he could be of service to You as he grows up."
Again, I am on sick leave. I have anemia, caused by pregnancy, and my blood count is to be monitored every two weeks until I give birth. I've been given lots of medicine to make sure that my hemoglobin count would be normal for me to give birth safely. I need to rest to prevent premature labor.
I still get visits from "fear," but it's no longer welcome. I have a GOD who is GREATER than my greatest fears. He is faithful and I know He'll never leave me and my baby. I know that He, too, is very excited for our precious baby to get his first glimpse of God's goodness. I know that He's already eager to hear our baby's first "Hallelujah!"
Yet, "fear" have visited me a lot of times during these past months.
At first, I feared of what they call "morning sickness!" Thank God I never experienced it. I never even had unreasonable cravings that would make Roem, my husband, look for something to pacify me even in the middle of the night, just like other husbands do.
When I was first rushed to the hospital due to difficulty of breathing, I had my first reason to be afraid. It happened during the third month of my pregnancy. I was then diagnosed of "infection" that made me file for a sick leave.
My second taste of discomfort happened three weeks after I got out of the hospital. I was hiking, on the way to school, with a fellow teacher when suddenly I lost my vision and began grasping for air. That made me panic! The nearest hospital was one-and-a-half-hour-drive away! Thank God I was able to recover after an hour of rest.
Since then I've had a few attacks of breathing difficulty; and every time I'm in that situation, tears would keep falling while I think of my baby's safety. What if I'd lost the baby? No, I couldn't bear that!
And when I saw spots of blood in my undies last October 31, I was in panic! "Jesus!," was I all I could mutter. I kept praying, "Lord, please save our baby," as they rushed me to the hospital. I was overcome with so much fear, even when my husband kept on assuring me that God will not leave us alone, that He would save our baby. I just couldn't help it; I felt so helpless.
But God had proven His faithfulness to me one more time when I heard the doctor say that our baby is safe. Nothing more mattered to me that night but the safety of the baby in my womb. I prayed, "God, you have given this baby to us as a gift; please let the baby live so that he could be of service to You as he grows up."
Again, I am on sick leave. I have anemia, caused by pregnancy, and my blood count is to be monitored every two weeks until I give birth. I've been given lots of medicine to make sure that my hemoglobin count would be normal for me to give birth safely. I need to rest to prevent premature labor.
I still get visits from "fear," but it's no longer welcome. I have a GOD who is GREATER than my greatest fears. He is faithful and I know He'll never leave me and my baby. I know that He, too, is very excited for our precious baby to get his first glimpse of God's goodness. I know that He's already eager to hear our baby's first "Hallelujah!"
Timna and Roem,
ReplyDeleteOur names are Jeff and Brenda Mallory. You posted a comment on our blog a while back.
Our story was about a young Filipino boy named Mark. We have since helped that family and Mark has made remarkable progress. He has been able to quit his job of selling papers and has focused on his schooling. It has paid off and his last testing has shown that he is almost back to his grade.
Anyway, we are coming to Bacolod from June 24 to 27 with a group from Louisiana, USA.
It would be nice to see some of your students that need help.
Thanks,
Jeff and Brenda
jeffandbrendamallory.wordpress.com
bmmallory@aol.com