Feature Story

Our Family Inheritance

They had only been married for 3 months, when she got those two pink lines on the pregnancy stick. Imagine her surprise...and the joy that soon followed. The pregnancy could have been right out of a book. Nausea for the first 3 months, energy burst for the next 3 months, and oh the un-comfort, back aches, leg cramps and constant bathroom breaks for the last three months. The day came when the contractions appeared...long and steady and hard. It was discovered that the baby was not coming down any further after hours of pushing, so the doctor encouraged the use of forceps. Soon after, the cries of a strong lunged baby girl rang through the air. The new parents were overjoyed and overwhelmed at the beginning of foreign responsibilities that suddenly loomed ahead. Now, as in most families, when this little baby came home, she became the focus, the pride, and the boss of this place VERY quickly! Demanding her 1 am, and 3 am, and 5 am feedings with no regard to the weary mother or the marathon that her body had just undergone to bring this little life in. Yet, even in the zombied state this mother was in, she adored her little girl. Her first child with the man she loved. And the father of this child could not believe the resemblance his little girl had to him! He was wrapped around her finger from the first cry in that delivery room. The months began to go by, the first smile, first rollover, first tooth, then second and third....sitting up alone, and then crawling. My how time was soaring by. It was already April and this baby girl was 9 months old. Then came the day that would change everything....for generations to come. The mother noticed that her baby was extremely hot. And then she noticed that she was just laying on the floor...not moving around much...and then the vomiting began. She packed up her bag in 2 minutes and rushed her over to the small town doctor. He took a look at the baby and reassured her mother that it was only a case of the flu that was going around and to take her home and keep her hydrated. So she did. But two hours later, the vomiting was so intense, she KNEW something else was wrong. She took her to the only other doctor in this little town. He looked at the baby and said the same as the first. The flu...take her home. But the mother would not accept this answer. So she called her husband and told him that she was going to make the hour drive into the big city to get another doctor to look at their baby. When she arrived...it was like a whirlwind. This doctor spent 1 minute with the baby and immediately told the mother she was rushing her to the children’s hospital because this most DEFINITELY was meningtis. And not the viral kind, which is easier to cure, but the bacterial type which swells the lining of the brain and can be fatal. The sirens, the blue gowns, the metal hospital bed frame, the IV bags, the moniters and needles and probes all hooked up to this tiny and nearly lifeless baby. And beside her, a mother whose world had just been shattered, a tear stained face, screaming to a God she didn't believe in WHY MY BABY? Her husband rushed to the city when he heard. He held his wife's hand and listened to her sobs and although he knew he was going to be expected to be the strong one here, he wiped away the hot tears that fell seemingly endlessly down his unshaven face. 36 hours went by and both parent's eyes still remained glued on this tiny, frail body. The constant beep beep beep of the moniters and the ins and outs of the doctors and nurses who seemed to have no answers, and the emotional shift of themselves realizing the imminent possibility of the worst...was starting to take it's toll. The mother finally succumbed to the weariness and drifted to sleep, if only for a short time. And the husband at this time decided to go to his mothers house (his childhood home), which was only a few miles away. When he arrived there, his mother opened the door and received the sobbing man into her arms, reminding her that he was still her little boy. She held him and said that she had been on her knees praying for her grandbaby this entire time. She assured him that God is in control and that HE was with them right now. At this, the man jerked away. God? GOD? God was the one who DID this, wasn't he? If he's so big and powerful, why didn't he STOP it? So in essence, it IS his fault! If there even WAS a God. It felt good to blame someone. He said that he needed time to himself and went down to the basement where he used to shoot cap guns and play cowboys. He locked himself in the room, turned around, hit his knees, face in his hands, and sobbed...great heaving, releasing sobs. He then shouted... GOD.... then whispered... God....please. If you are there...if you even exist....do something for my little girl. Save her. Don't let her die.....she can't die....oh God.! Then came the words “I WILL”. What??? The man startled and jumped up...who was there? Hello? Where did that voice come from? Again...I WILL. I WILL SAVE YOUR DAUGHTER. YOU NEED TO DEDICATE HER AND YOUR FAMILY TO SERVING ME. I AM THE LORD. The man was in shock. This was not happening. This was impossible. God didn't speak in an audible voice. If he did, surely people wouldn't need faith...and everyone would believe. This was just not scientific. But it happened. He was there. He had heard it. A voice. A real voice. And he now had instructions. The conviction of his ungodly life hit him hard, and he promised the Lord that day that him and his family will serve the Lord. He eventually got up off his knees, ran up the stairs, out the door and sped (slightly) to the hospital. When he arrived, the doctors and nurses were all gathered around his little girl's bed....what's going on???? He couldn't see....he nudged in between a couple nurses and to his amazement saw his baby girl sitting up in her bed...smiling and giggling, with all the color back in her face. The doctors were perplexed. They were about to tell the parents to say their goodbyes 10 minutes ago. They were CERTAIN that the tests showed this tiny body on it's last few breaths. Of course they ordered more tests right away...and would you believe it...they were all completely normal? Not a sign of swelling...no brain damage....in fact no sign that she had EVER had menigitis at all! Even though the doctors were stumped...the father knew. He shared what had happened with his wife and they committed to raising their family with the principles of the Lord at the foundation. So.......... 26 years later, I am alive and well, and my parents DID raise me and my siblings as they promised the Lord they would. And because they did....my children will know the Lord as well....and their children...and their children...and so on. Our family inheritance was changed forever the moment God unveiled Himself to my father 26 years ago. This is his testimony, this is my testimony. Love, Beckee

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