It was all bad news for this family concerning children. They lost their unborn baby, but they kept their faith. Then once they conceived, still there were warnings and hurdles for their faith to overcome. But that didn't matter to them, nor should it have. Faith took hold and called those things which were not, as though they were. Their test turned into victory and a testimony that is sure to boost your faith.

I pray this blesses and encourages someone who desires this great blessing.

My husband and I had been married for some time with no children. When I finally got pregnant, the doctors found two uterine fibroids. We prayed about it trusting God, and the Lord showed me in a dream that I would have a son.

The child died at 19 weeks due to preterm labor. Needless to say, we were both devastated. We cried like babies. I remember speaking to my mother after; I was so sad and depressed, but despite all that, I said, "Mom, the Lord said I would have a son, but he didn't say when."

I started to pray more, and I was so heartbroken, indeed now I knew how Hannah must have felt. There was nothing my husband could have said or done to console me. I would attend service with a smile, but at home I was in tears.

I remember one night our pastor preached about faith, and he said, "Why are you home crying, feeling sorry for yourself?" That word struck me because that was me. That was the last night I cried.

I continued in prayer, and in time the Lord closed that wound. I started reading every Message of faith I could find. I must have read about every barren woman in the Bible who the Lord had blessed with a child almost every day. The year we lost our child, our dog died and our house flooded due to heavy rain, but we continued to trust the Lord.

One night I sat in church and the Lord spoke to me, he said, "What would you do if I give you that child you want? How would you be?" I didn't answer, but I thought how happy I would be, the voice (the Lord) said, "That is how you should be and that will show your faith because it is already done." I thought, "Yes, Lord," but I thought maybe sometime later in the year, not knowing I was indeed pregnant already. It took ten weeks before the doctors could confirm my pregnancy and before I could see the baby. I was in tears; our home was so happy.

After the pregnancy was established, I started bleeding again. I remember our visit to the doctor. She said, "Looks like a possible miscarriage." My husband looked at her and said, "We are trusting God for this one." The thing that kept us was the Word.

I remember continually repeating in my head, "It is already done." We started reading Messages about lying vanities. I read every testimony I could find and most importantly, we prayed just holding that faith.

I did have my "scared down" moments but I prayed, and I just hung on to that Word. One week after, the Lord opened a way for us, and I was checked out by two doctors. There was no sign of bleeding. My routine checkups continued and the two fibroids from my previous pregnancy, I would later find out, had calcified. By God's grace it had died, but they were still there.

My doctor monitored the pregnancy very close. I was doing ultrasounds every two to three weeks. There were battles every step of the way, but God gives the victory. Before my ultrasound confirmed this, I told everyone, "It’s a boy." They would say, "Well how do you know?" My reply, "God said so."

I remember at 28 weeks my cervix started to open, and that day I was admitted to the hospital immediately. The doctors didn't know what to do, I had no pain and there was no bleeding. They had meetings to discuss my case and the best possible course of action, but they still weren't sure what to do.

They explained the possibilities and outcomes, then discharged me because there was nothing they could do. The doctor said if the child came before 34 weeks, I would have to be transported to a major hospital. I was put on bed rest for the duration of the pregnancy.

At my 29-week ultrasound, the doctor had to examine to see if the fibroid would obstruct the baby during a natural birth, or if they would have to do a C-section.

That day she looked and found no trace of it. God had answered my prayers yet again. I asked the Lord not to be operated on. I was healed yet still. Our son was born at exactly 34 weeks with no complications.

We were able to take him home and care for him. Today, he is a healthy baby boy now 11 months and we are so grateful to God for this blessing.

To God be the glory.

Sister Kimberly