Proof The Bible Is True

Oh, God, why must I continue to suffer in this dark valley? Why couldn’t this birth be easy?

For the second time in my pregnancy, I battled premature labor. After 22 weeks, I endured surgery to close my cervix. Then I was confined to bed for three months. Spiritual battles intensified as the months progressed.

My body was being pumped full of ineffective sedatives and contraction-ending drugs. My unborn baby was unresponsive, and my mental stamina eroded along with my physical state. Now, in my seventh month, I was alone in a dark hospital room. And terrified of the outcome.

Almost two years earlier, our precious daughter Victoria died during a delivery that almost ended my life as well. My husband Chris and I had grieved deeply and struggled to recover. We had prayed earnestly until we were certain God was with us and we should try again. I closed my eyes and returned to a favorite prayer by James Dillet Freeman that I had learned:

The light of God surrounds me;

The love of God enfolds me;

The power of God protects me;

The presence of God watches over me.

Wherever I am, God is.

Over and over I repeated it, with additional fervor during the worst waves of breath-stopping contractions. It helped me to focus on the loving presence of Jesus.

My doctor, who monitored my condition and gave directions from his home, seemed unresponsive to my distress. Medication levels elevated repeatedly as my contractions worsened. Already fearful, I grew even more concerned for the effect of the drugs on my unborn baby.

At six the next morning, contractions still crushed against my pelvis. I gripped my pillow and repeated my prayer more intensely. My nurse evaluated the monitor yet another time. She said nothing, but she seemed nervous and left abruptly. Only minutes later, my doctor called on my bedside phone.

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