A Faith that Leads You Through the Storm
Written By: Sister Ping
Today, I was finally able to calm my heart and write down my story; one that I recall with fear. I married at the age of thirty and always thought life would naturally come to our small family. However, for various reasons, it was not until after I turned thirty-four and after some hardships, that I became pregnant with a baby and had my wish fulfilled. After learning about it, I carefully began my life of pregnancy in excitement and happiness. During the early stages, I was not affected by sickness as much as other pregnant mothers who experienced various grueling reactions to pregnancy. At every one of my regular check-ups, the doctor always told me that my baby's development was very good. However, just when I thought everything would be normal and I was waiting for the baby come, a greater challenge came.
During my seventh month of pregnancy, I followed the instruction of my doctor and went in for an ultrasound. After a thirty-minute examination, the ultrasound technician gave me my test results. He told me that my baby’s ventricles were wider than normal, a symptom that may lead to hydrocephalus, or fluid in my baby’s brain. Then he told me to be cautious and take my results immediately to my doctor to look at. I restrained my racing heart and quickly contacted a well-known obstetrician and gave my results to her. She told me that my baby might not be able to make, that the brain development did not look good, and that I should consider aborting my baby. At that moment my mind went blank, my ears started ringing, and my legs felt like jelly. It was only after my husband rushed to the hospital to pick me up and I saw his anxious face that I began to cry. From that moment, all my happiness melted away from me, and suffering replaced it.
My family’s happiness went from the heights of heaven to the depths of hell. In the days afterwards, we scoured major hospital for obstetricians, and even sought the help of the Internet. In the end it seemed that I only had two options: to abort my baby or to wait it out. A baby’s development is very complex, particularly its brain development. There have been cases where the baby’s brain was able to absorb the water on its own and the ventricles would restore back to normal. However, that would generally only happen by the eighth month of pregnancy. During the time of waiting, I would be unable to do anything or know anything, and there would be no way to medically interfere with the process and determine if my baby would be okay. In other words, no one would know until my eighth month of pregnancy whether or not my baby would be safe. To wait and abort my child at eight months would be both physically and psychologically debilitating to me. Out of love, my friends and family suggested that I abort my baby and just try again after I had recuperated from the procedure. Ultimately, my husband and I decided to give my baby and myself a chance. We would wait.
Waiting was painful and tormenting. It was a time of helplessness, tears and despair. I would often find myself crying uncontrollably, but because I knew a mother’s emotional well-being directly affects her baby’s development I tried to control myself. I was depressed and I knew I could do nothing about it, so day after day I just bit my lip and waited. To try and cheer myself up, I decided to attend a gathering with some Christian friends. It was at this gathering that I met Brother and Sister Jin. After understanding my situation, they put all of their efforts into guiding me, giving me strength, praying for me, and helping me to give all my burdens to our Father. They told me that our kind Father has a plan, and all the answers I wanted would be in the bible.
From that day forward, I would kneel beside my be every night and devote my prayer to the Lord. I read the bible as a bedtime story for my baby to listen to, and gave all of my sadness to the Lord. It was not long before I came across a certain passage in the bible. “A woman giving birth to a child has pain because her time has come; but when her baby is born she forgets the anguish because of her joy that a child is born into the world (John 16:21).” After reading this, my heart became cheerful and I firmly believed that the Lord gave this passage to me, to assure me that my baby would survive this storm. I waited until I was a full eight months pregnant and again went to have an ultrasound. My baby’s ventricles were back to normal. The doctors all congratulated me and told me that I could keep my little angel.
I am now the mother of a happy and healthy one-year-old baby girl. I am enjoying the blessings of being a mother. Jesus said: If you never felt pain, then how would you know that I’m a Healer? If you never went through difficulty, how would you know that I’m a Deliverer? If you never felt sadness, how would you know that I’m a Comforter? If you never had a problem, how would you know that I can solve them? If you never were in trouble, how would you know that I will come to your rescue? I thank my heavenly Father and thank this baby ministry for caring about me and helping me. It is through this ministry that I was able to know the salvation in Lord Jesus. I thank my husband, brothers and sisters for helping me walk out of darkness. This is my experience, my testimony. I hope this short story can help those who are also experiencing difficulties, and let them know that persistent faith will lead you out of the storm.
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