Praying For A Child
Stories
Sharing Visions
Divine Revelations, Angels, And Holy Coincidences
My experience occurred on a Saturday morning in early November, 1988. My husband Rick and I had been trying to have a baby for about two years. We were both in our mid-thirties, so time (especially since we had hoped to have two children) was getting short. We had been going through some rather expensive fertility workups and we were in our fourth month of this effort and beginning to run low on money. I had been praying daily to the Lord at least just to give us a chance. I felt that, with God's help and guidance, Rick and I could raise a child who would make a difference -- even if it were a difference in just his or her neighborhood. We felt we could raise a happy, healthy child. We had been married for ten years, so we felt we were very secure in our love for each other.
The morning in question was one of those typical early November days -- frosty, some traces of unmelted snow, but not really a snow cover. My husband had gone off somewhere running simple Saturday morning errands, and I was getting set to run a few of my own in the area, walking to the mailbox and then up to a grocery store several blocks from our home. In the process of getting ready to leave, I discovered, much to my disappointment, that yet again this month I had not become pregnant. I remember standing in front of the mirror, brushing my hair and crying and praying my usual prayer to God asking for just one chance for a child.
I pulled myself together and started out to run my errands. I was standing waiting for the light to change at 92nd and Capitol Drive. The sun was shining in that weak kind of silvery way when it's trying to shine through a thin layer of clouds, and it was chilly enough that I had my jacket zipped up. The light changed, and as I stepped up onto the little island in the center of Capitol Drive, I very clearly heard a hoarse whisper, loudest in my left ear, saying, "Kris, Jesus loves you, this you should know!" I stepped down off the island and continued walking the rest of the way across the street, and then turned right towards the mailbox on 93rd Street. I felt shaken by the voice, but also astounded! Of course, I of all people should know how much Jesus loves me! I had the feeling like, what in the world was I thinking? From then on I absolutely knew that everything would be all right and that our prayers could most certainly be answered.
On the 29th of that same month, I went in for a fourth fertility treatment and at Christmas I was able to announce that I was, indeed, expecting a child in August 1989. Our daughter, Michelle, is now twelve years old, but the voice I heard is as clear to me today as it was on that November morning in 1988.
Call it a mother's love, but our daughter is truly a gift. She is beautiful, very involved in school, our church, and the community. She is an honor-roll student, and has been a complete joy to my husband and me as well as to the people she meets. Michelle knows this entire story, and her faith in God is very strong. I am proud to share my story with anyone who will take the time to listen because I know with every fiber of my being that this is true, not my imagination, and that a strong faith in the Lord is absolutely the only way to live, love, and be loved.
The morning in question was one of those typical early November days -- frosty, some traces of unmelted snow, but not really a snow cover. My husband had gone off somewhere running simple Saturday morning errands, and I was getting set to run a few of my own in the area, walking to the mailbox and then up to a grocery store several blocks from our home. In the process of getting ready to leave, I discovered, much to my disappointment, that yet again this month I had not become pregnant. I remember standing in front of the mirror, brushing my hair and crying and praying my usual prayer to God asking for just one chance for a child.
I pulled myself together and started out to run my errands. I was standing waiting for the light to change at 92nd and Capitol Drive. The sun was shining in that weak kind of silvery way when it's trying to shine through a thin layer of clouds, and it was chilly enough that I had my jacket zipped up. The light changed, and as I stepped up onto the little island in the center of Capitol Drive, I very clearly heard a hoarse whisper, loudest in my left ear, saying, "Kris, Jesus loves you, this you should know!" I stepped down off the island and continued walking the rest of the way across the street, and then turned right towards the mailbox on 93rd Street. I felt shaken by the voice, but also astounded! Of course, I of all people should know how much Jesus loves me! I had the feeling like, what in the world was I thinking? From then on I absolutely knew that everything would be all right and that our prayers could most certainly be answered.
On the 29th of that same month, I went in for a fourth fertility treatment and at Christmas I was able to announce that I was, indeed, expecting a child in August 1989. Our daughter, Michelle, is now twelve years old, but the voice I heard is as clear to me today as it was on that November morning in 1988.
Call it a mother's love, but our daughter is truly a gift. She is beautiful, very involved in school, our church, and the community. She is an honor-roll student, and has been a complete joy to my husband and me as well as to the people she meets. Michelle knows this entire story, and her faith in God is very strong. I am proud to share my story with anyone who will take the time to listen because I know with every fiber of my being that this is true, not my imagination, and that a strong faith in the Lord is absolutely the only way to live, love, and be loved.
