This is the personal testimony of Marty and Danielle about the live-birth of baby Rose:
Ben, Jill, Josiah, and baby Rose (baby bump)!
In 2016 our dear friends Ben and Jill were expecting their second child. But during her first trimester, Jill became alarmed at her lack of pregnancy symptoms and scheduled and urgent visit with her doctor.
The visit revealed the pregnancy hormones were not rising appropriately and so the doctor determined the pregnancy was likely not viable. She sent Jill home on a Thursday night and told her to prepare for a miscarriage to take place over the weekend. Jill was instructed to return to the doctor’s office on Monday for further care.
That night Jill called us—devastated, and asked us to pray for her as she went through this process (preparing for the loss of her baby over the weekend). Not knowing exactly what God had in mind, we sought wisdom on how to pray. As we listened, the Holy Spirit impressed on our heart, “I Am the Author of Life. I have the final say.” With that being said, we knew that God wanted us to pray for the viability of this pregnancy.
So we told Jill the message from God: that He is the Author of Life and that He can create life in her womb; and then we asked her if she wanted us to pray for the life of her baby and she said YES! So we four: Ben, Jill, Marty and Danielle prayed all weekend for the viability of this pregnancy.
On Monday, the doctor found Jill’s pregnancy hormone levels elevated, found a heartbeat, and measurements indicated that the baby was growing!
Jesus is indeed the Author of Life! Jill delivered a healthy baby girl on September 5, 2016 and this little lady just celebrated her first birthday. To God be the glory!
“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand—
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