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This Time It's Personal



February 16, 2013


" I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well."

Dear Friend,


The headaches persisted and they were unbearable.  I remember having to get on my knees and bow so that the crown of my head was on the bed and cry and rock to try to ease the pain.  It was no ordinary headache.  As with my first pregnancy the "morning sickness" lasted throughout the day and night.  It was February 15, 1994.  I had to be admitted to the hospital for an emergency c-section my baby was being delivered two and a half month early and I had toxemia.   My blood pressure was through the roof. I was very sick. However, I can tell you I had such a beautiful peace, "the peace that passeth all understanding."  When my doctor arrived she said we have to do this now.  I asked her if she could hand me by Bible and read a a scripture:
Psalm 61:1-2 "From the ends of the earth will I cry unto thee when my heart is overwhelmed lead me to the rock that is higher than I."

That night as nurses came in my room and took care of me  I wondered why one young nurse kept crying.  I now know she thought I might not live through the ordeal. This is my testimony. (A testimony is always preceded by a test.)
Early in the morning on February 16, 1994 Darci Rene was born. Today is my beautiful Darci's 19th birthday.  Her birth by doctor's standard's was premature.  Yet, this fearfully, wonderfully made, born again Christian young woman arrived precisely on time. 

Happy birthday Darci!  I praise God for you!  I thank Him for choosing me to be your Mother!  Continue to let your light shine for Jesus Christ!

To every mother and to every daughter who reads these words know this, the Lord says, you are fearfully and wonderfully made! 

This time it's personal!

God bless!
Sis. Stephanie

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