Mother Reflection Paper

In june 1994 my mama found out that she was pregnant, this was a shock because my mom wasn’t suppose to be able to birth another child. I became the little miracle growing inside her. The doctor told my parents he was going to do everything he could so I could live, he was a christian man and he told her “we’re going to pray that God does a miracle.” December 5th 1994, a c-section was performed and I was born a premature baby that weighed 2.5 pounds.

Life changed for us once again when a woman named Martha came into our lives. Martha was a retired geriatric nurse who worked part time as a home caregiver. With me preparing to head off to college several states away in the fall, Martha was hired to care for my mother. Though I was excited to get some time off from my usual responsibilities, I was anxious to allow someone else to care for the most important person in my life. It took me months to learn to trust her, but her sweet, confident demeanor and the exceptional way she cared for my mother finally won me over. After one exceptionally hard day tending to my mother, Martha found me crying. I poured my heart out to her, lamenting all the difficulties and stress in my life, and wondering at why God had chosen to give us this life instead of something easier. Martha had simply taken my hand and looked me firmly in the eye. She told me that God never gave us more than what we could handle. She assured me that my suffering would only help me in the long run, molding me into a stronger more capable

Adopting my granddaughter, Azealia has changed my life in so many positive ways, despite the whirlwind of emotions that I have experienced. Countless thoughts of how I was going to care for and raise her ran through my head and I became overwhelmed. I prayed about it and asked God to help guide me, to give me strength, energy and wisdom.

This was not my first pregnancy , but it would prove to test my faith like it has never been tested before. I spent many nights in that old recliner pounding at my thoughts. Maybe, If had done something that GOD was angry at me for, or maybe he turned his back on me. I try to live my life right that was pleasing to GOD. I prayed daily. I walked by faith and not by sight. I gave my last to help a fellow man. I prayed for my family more than I prayed for myself. So when, the doctor told me 5 months ago that my twins had Spina Bifida I didn’t understand. Not one but both girls had Spina Bifida. Spina Bifida is a birth defect where there is incomplete closing of the backbone and membranes around the spinal cord. I even blame myself because as an License Practical Nurse for 11 years I was aware that Spina bifida was linked to an folic acid deficit. My doctor quickly reassured me that this was not the case. All my lab work was okay. My faith taught me that GOD don’t make

I think that prayer is a very powerful mean as in Hannah’s story. Not only do we should pray but also pray consistently for a matter that is important. I have done so for a life partner, and I found my sweet husband who is more than I asked. As for a child in our life, he is not for the idea. I am not sure either although I think that there should be at least one child in one’s life. I will pray for how to pray on this first rather than asking a child from God. I trust that He will guide us and perform miracles in our lives. He knows what is good for

Children, have always had a special place in my heart. There is something about the glow in a child’s eyes that makes me want to help them in any way I can. I have always heard about God moving in people’s lives, however after babysitting teacher’s children afterschool when I was in elementary school, to helping teaches a little girl we homeschooled a while back, I had not seen Him move that much in the lives of children’s I came in contact with.

I had never been in an airplane before and flying half way around the world was a little scary, but God was by our side on every flight and he was with us when we went through customs in Kazakhstan and did not have to pay “extra” (We had been warned that many times the men who worked in customs took money from Americans.) He was with us when we held Briana for the first time, it was love at first sight for all three of us. We were saddened to find that because our daughter has cerebral palsy she had been left in a crib and was very stiff and did not speak. We began to work with her that very first day. For the first two weeks we were allowed to see Briana for two hours a day. It was on August 2nd that we were given the honor of becoming Briana’s parents. After court we went back to the baby house where the woman in charge stripped Briana naked and handed her to us. I will never forget that shocked look on Briana’s face when I put a new pink dress on

July 28, 2016 an amazing miracle was welcomed in this world. Isisah Thomas McClain, 6 pounds and 14 ounces. About 7 months ago my lovely sister Ashely has been to doctor after doctor after doctor trying to get help. Every one of them had told her to abort him; they told her that aborting him would be the best choice, because he has Trisomy 13, which the life span is minutes after birth up to two years. His organs would be in the wrong places and his brain wouldn’t have any protection, he did not have a left eye, and so on. Ashley accepted Jesus Christ and prayed hard for Isisah, we all did. This was a difficult decision for her to make, but she put her faith in the Lord and decided to keep Isisah. When isisah was born he was born he served

Everyone has a story. The goal of my life story is to inspire hope, and show the way God breathed into me. I was born in West Palm, Florida. At six months of pregnancy my mother was checked into St. Mary's hospital, and gave birth to three pound, two ounce baby. Despite the expectation of giving birth to a female baby, she gave birth to a baby boy. She intended to name her baby Victoria, after the baby's grandmother on his father’s side. Instead she came to the name Victor after realizing the baby's gender. So there I was, on July 1, 1997 at seven-thirty in the morning. The third child to be borne by my mother, I was the youngest of the family. I was blessed with two older brothers, Paul and Santos (Danny). My mother raised us in Clewiston,

Right after the last wedding, Micah had an appointment with a genetic specialist. Our new pediatrician had changed us to a doctor whom we could see in the local area so we would not have to travel to Nashville. Micah had developed more cafe-au-lait spots and his diagnosis of Neurofibromatosis Type I was confirmed. Because Micah walked on his toes, an MRI of his brain was ordered to rule out tumors. The MRI was completely normal. As I sit here typing, I think back to those days in awe. God carried me through. I was peaceful and confident of the outcome. I knew Micah would be diagnosed, but deeper yet was the confidence in my heart of the covenant I had with God. I knew then and am even more confident now that NF will never touch Micah or his children. I know Micah will grow whole!

And this Friday after I preached I sat down and spoke to her. She told me that she felt uncomfortable when I told her that Jesus loves her. She had a hard time comprehending that, and I sat and with her along with the other Youth leader and we spoke to her. It was a great moment just to sit down and talk to her about the questions that she had and is gaining through.

I came into this world way ahead of earthly schedule at 28 weeks weighing only 2 pounds, 2 ounces. All my mother heard was, “...there is a chance…” She prayed, along with my father and family to God to let me live and be healthy, my mother told God in her prayer HE could do whatever he wanted with me, just let me live.

One of the experiences that has helped me to grown in my understanding of the work of divine grace started with a young family, husband, wife, and daughter,

The summer of 1942 came upon us as Frieda and I went from house to house selling marigold seeds so we would have enough money to buy a new bike. Little did we know, the money would be buried and the flowers would bloom just as a cry of new life filled the air. Pecola was carrying her father's child. While so many people wanted it to die, we prayed and made sacrifices hoping it would live. We thought the child would be a delightful blessing, and put everyone else’s hurtful words to shame. Frieda and I delicately pushed the seeds into the Earth praying to God that the baby would live because we believed the it had a hidden purpose. Our hope was that the child was destined to be a blessing because sometimes, what brings healing and fulfills the

It was August 13th, 2011, when my daughter Katelynn was born; 1 lb 13 oz. A premature baby, which doctors didn't give me much hope that she would make it. I remember the agony I was feeling, knowing that the most precious and most awaited gift was slipping away. My Heart was breaking apart into millions of piece with nothing for me to do but wait. On the outside, I tried to show a positive attitude, believing that the God all mighty could give me the victory; a miracle. Despite my hurt, I gave thanks to the Lord with all my heart for the blessing He had given me, to be a