It Was Worth It All
The
year had to be around 1994 or 1995. I began to feel a slight twinge in my side and
decided to have it checked out. Normally, this was something I’d ignore, but I
felt strongly that this time was different.
At
the emergency room, I explained that I was feeling some pain in my side, and
while it was not extreme, I wanted to get checked because I had a history of
ectopic pregnancy. (This is a pregnancy where the baby lodges in the fallopian
tube rather than the uterus. It is always fatal for the baby and had nearly
been fatal for me in a previous pregnancy. I shared that testimony in a 2016
post called I
Believe in Miracles Because I Am One.) Anyway, some tests were run and
confirmed I was pregnant. Further tests showed the baby was not in-uterine. The
ER doctor began to prepare for emergency surgery.
When
I went into that emergency room, I was not thinking of surgery. I wasn’t even
sure I was pregnant. The test showed I was only a few weeks along and I hadn’t even missed a menstrual
cycle. Still, I was there for a reason. As they ran around getting things in
order for surgery, I asked a nurse if she would do two things for me; find me a
Bible and ask the doctor to come back in so that I could speak with him.
The
doctor arrived before the Bible and I told him I could not have surgery, not
then anyway. He explained the dangers of allowing this pregnancy to proceed and
I assured him I was well aware, still, I had no peace and could not proceed
until God’s peace was mine. We went back and forth around the risks and
legalities, but I would not be moved. I told him I didn’t know what the next
day would bring, but I knew on that day I could not consent to surgery.
When
the exasperated doctor left me, the Bible arrived. I didn’t know what I was
looking for. I just needed a word from God. Anything to help me understand what
I was going through and why I was going through it. The Bible opened to
Habakkuk 3. Now I have to be honest here, I’d never heard of Habakkuk before,
let alone read it. Still, I read where it fell open:
The next morning the doctor pulled back the curtain of my little ER room and shook his head. “I don’t know how you knew, but you were right. We looked at your ultrasound pictures again and there is a small cyst on your fallopian tube, but the fetus is in-uterine. Had we gone on with the surgery, we would have aborted your baby needlessly.” I smiled and praised God.
I know in my heart, this incident
caused the doctor to consider matters of faith. It softened his heart towards
God. That was why I went to the emergency room. That little twinge of pain didn’t
warrant the trip, but God was up to something.
This year, so
many have suffered so much; have lost so much. I pray that after reading this,
you decide that can still trust God. Even if you don’t understand, especially
if you don’t understand, trust the One who loves you perfectly. As James 1:2-4 says,
“Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of
many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance.
Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not
lacking anything.” Then go back to Habakkuk and say, “…yet I will
rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior.” I believe and
declare, if you do this, some day you’ll also say with The Mississippi Mass
Choir, “It was worth it all.” Not
the hurt, not the pain but the faith earned and the lessons learned, it was
worth it all.
D,
ReplyDeleteThat was beautiful and timely.
Keep on letting the Lord use you.
♥️
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