I remember a time nearly 20 years ago when I became pregnant unexpectedly. I had lost a lot of weight prior and was happy with my life— I had my husband and three children and all was well. I was not thrilled when I found out I was pregnant; in fact, all I could think of was the weight I would gain and the horrible time I would have trying to lose the weight again. Terrible to say, I had wished I wasn’t pregnant.
Then one day I started to experience complications with the pregnancy. I started to bleed. The doctor was able to see the baby’s heartbeat so he prescribed strict bed rest, but that was nearly impossible with three children in the house. I eventually lost the baby.
I felt so guilty about my initial reaction when I found out that I was pregnant; I asked God to give me another baby. I promised Him that I would take care of the baby and love the baby with all my heart, and it wouldn’t matter how much weight I gained. I even promised God that I would dedicate that baby to Him. My earnest prayer to God reminded me of the prayer Hannah lifted up to God in 1 Samuel 1:9-11.
A month later I found out I was pregnant. Soon afterwards, I found out I was having a baby boy. I was so thrilled. I made sure I ate lots of fruits, vegetables, and drank plenty of milk. My son was a healthy baby, 21 inches long and weighing 7 pounds and 15 ounces. I had gained only 25 pounds!
Today is that baby’s birthday. He is no longer a baby but a 19-year-old young man.
I don’t know if I have done such a good job of instructing Him in the Lord or dedicating him to God, but he serves Him and I know he believes in Him.
My prayer is that my baby boy will feel the strong presence of God in his life. I know God has a plan for him, although none of us knows what that is at the moment. I hope that God guides his steps and gives him the courage to stand for what is right and true, and that he will never be afraid to call himself a Christian— a believer and follower of Christ.
Thank you, God, for giving me this baby boy.