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Hi everyone

We all go through periods of great trial. For my husband and I, we faced the challenge of three consecuctive miscarriages. We are both christians and love God with all our hearts, yet we couldn’t understand what was happening to our family. So we explained it away with the man-made theory that God didn’t want us to be parents again.

Those words brought limited comfort to our hearts, because they are contrary to God’s Word. God says that he gives live and gives it more abundantly; that children will be a joy to us in our old age and that he will give us our heart’s desire. So what was happening?

As active members of our local church we were being attacked by the enemy. The devil knew the legacy we would leave for our children - one of faithfulness and committed service to God. He wanted to destroy our faith and trust by destroying our children.

When I became pregnant again, he attempted to plant a seed of doubt in my mind that this child would not live either. However, I became proactive, I called my pastor and his wife and we started to pray for God’s protection over the unborn child, our son Jeremy and my husband and I. Periodically, I annointed my womb with oil, declaring aloud that “no weapon formed against this baby will prosper”

We also told few people about the pregnancy, all things would be ’seen’ in due time. One reason for this was that God told me not to say a word. Secondly after the third miscarriage, I found that I had a group of “Job’s Friends”, which I definately didn’t need. And thirdly, even some of my family members were on ’wait and see’ mode. I needed persons who were willing to believe the impossible with us!

My pregnancy was relatively problem free, Praise God! Our baby was a little late, so my doctor decided to induced labour. Our second son was born at 10lbs and healthy. We gave God all the praise and glory for a save delivery. We called all the warriors and they rejoiced with us.

The devil however, for obviously reasons was not pleased. So a day after, while I was still in hospital, the baby started to have seizures and had to to rush to another hospital. The devil was on the attack. I spent the majority of the 1st few hours praying and crying and losing my focus. I forgot the battle that I was in and who was attacking the child.

It took a friend of the family to remind me that I need my strength. In fact she said ” if the child comes home, you need to be strong for him, and if he doesn’t you need to be strong to handle that as well.” It then hit me “… not come home?” That wasn’t an option in my mind, our baby was coming home! God sent that friend, so that I would refocus on the issue at hand. The devil’s aim is to kill and destroy, but I serve someone who is greater. He is El Elyon - The most High God!

Immediately, I rose from my crying bed and began to call together God’s army of warriors, we began praying, calling upon Jehovah Rapha and declaring the word of God. I wrote out some verses from the Word - ‘no weapon formed against me shall proser’, ‘I am the Lord that healeth’, ‘By His stripes I am healed’, ‘ He who began a good work is fatihful to complete it’ etc, and placed them on the walls of my bedroom. Every time I entered the room I saw the verses, everytime I awoke from my sleep I saw the verses, and I spoke them aloud, so that the devil could hear and know that God was in control.

Our baby spent 12 days in hospital, during which the devil tried to lay a spirit of discouragement and frustration upon us. The baby had a cat scan, ultra sound, his stomach pump, and blood transfusion. He was hooked up to a number of tubes and fed via I V tube in a incubator. He had his head shaved so that an IV could be positioned there. It was painful seeing him like that, and there were moments when only tears came, especially when the doctors told us, that they couldn’t understand why this was happening. We spent hours daily by his bedside bonding with him. As his mother I was allowed to open the small windows of the incubator and touch him. With hands previously anointed for healing I prayed for the transfer of God’s blessing into his life. 

God is in control. After the first 10 days, I was finally allowed to breast feed my son, and then able to take him home. He is now 4 months old and doing extremely well. His doctor is amazed at his development, infact on his first visit at three weeks, he told us that the baby was ‘lucky’ most babies die from the infections and challenges he had. I had to correct him, our baby was not ‘lucky’, He is blessed! I thanked the doctors for all the care that he received, but it is God that healed.

We named our son Josiah - The Lord supports; Omari - God is exalted. We know that God had our son was in his hands and that he would never let him go. He is our special miracle from God. And the Lord has an awesome work for Josiah to fulfil.

To those of you who are going through a similar experience, remember that God is the giver of life!

Love always

Jennie

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