Becky

Two years ago my husband and I were trying for a second child. I was very excited at last to find that I was pregnant, although we decided to keep the news quiet before the 12 week scan. It was still early days – about 6 weeks into the pregnancy - when I went to a prayer ministry training day at church. The course is very practical so we all prayed for one another. An older lady who I know and respect prayed for me.

She said, ‘While I was praying, a picture came into my mind of an Easter egg in a basket. I asked God what it meant and I just got one word – birth. Are you pregnant?’

I told her I was, and we were both really encouraged that God was speaking to us about the baby I was carrying. That same evening at home I had a miscarriage.

I was devastated, and angry with God for giving me that message on same day that I lost the baby. I couldn’t understand it. The next day, however, I saw it differently: those words were intended to be an encouragement that, although not the baby I had lost, another baby was coming. Then I remembered the Easter egg picture and wondered if I would fall pregnant over Easter.

That’s exactly what happened; I discovered I was pregnant again after our Easter holiday.
Everything was fine at first, but at 8 weeks I began bleeding. It seemed to be happening all over again. It was a Thursday and I went to the women’s group and told them everything: what God had said, and the fact that I was bleeding. They all gathered round me and prayed. They committed to stand with me in faith, and said things like, ‘This baby is coming!’ ‘God’s told you, so it’s going to happen!’ One woman said, ‘You will stand at the front of church with this baby on your hip and tell us all about it.’

Shortly after that we had an early scan, and saw the tiny heartbeat. The baby was fine. By the following January we were at the front of the church to dedicate our new son, Tom, to God. I stood with him on my hip and told the whole church this story.