Helen and I had our two girls, we lost a third daughter who
was stillborn at full term. Helen had several miscarriages
following that, and we began think we might not have another
a woman came to my office. She was a member of the congregation
who had taken a dislike to me over the years. As a result,
she had become distant from the church and I rarely talked
to her. This day, she sat near the door to my study as though
she didn't want to get too close to me. She was obviously
ill at ease but she said she had a message to deliver.
me a little about her history. After the birth of her two
boys, she also had lost a baby. Years later, she had given
birth to a girl, and they had been so happy about her that
they had named her Joy.
she had had a dream or a vision in which she was given this
information for me. She said Helen would get pregnant again,
that it would be a boy, that it would be an easy pregnancy
and a safe delivery, and that the baby would be healthy. Then
just begun to suspect that Helen was two weeks pregnant. It
was too soon to be sure and far too soon to tell anyone. But
this woman's message gave us a great sense of peace, and I
had the assurance all through the pregnancy that everything
would be all right.
was induced just before full term to avoid the problem we
had had previously. While Helen was in the labor room, a nurse
walked by. She could not see in but she was able to hear the
fetal heart monitor. She called out, "Sounds like a boy."
And it was.
said years later, in reflecting on those events, that he had
chosen to be part of our family. He was ready to become our
child, but then his "vehicle" died. So he had a choice: to
find another family, or to wait for another pregnancy which
would still allow him to join our family. He decided to wait,
since he already chosen us to be his parents.
"The only difference is, I'm five years younger than I would
have been, and I'm a boy instead of a girl. But, in the long
run, it really doesn't matter."