With God Nothing is Impossible
I thought to share this with everyone and hope that it will encourage those whose faith is flagging and give hope to those who cant seem to find any.
“With God, nothing is impossible”; “There is nothing God cannot do” – these are quotes we hear said and that we use personally when faced with problems that seem insurmountable or an issue that seems irresolute. But, many of us really and truly say either one without total conviction – we do say it with hope, yes, or as an automatic and ready response to relevant situations. Only the lucky few, who have really and truly been in seemingly impossible situations and/or had despaired of help or resolution (yes, we are Christians; yes we believe in God but the truth is that we are only human and the doubt is always there, wriggling, squirming and trying to get out from under the stranglehold we have placed it under!) but were then shown the true awesomeness of God’s infinite “possibleness” can say, with the conviction of personal experience, WITH GOD, NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE!!
I am one of those who can say it with total conviction and with “no shaking”! Oh yes! God blessed my sister-in-law and I with the types of miracles you hear about and wonder.
I’d been married for twelve years, been trying to have a baby for 10 of those. Procedures and tests, mostly painful, definitely depressing and of the “why me” type were ordered/prescribed in the quest to find a solution. Hydrosalpinogram (HSG) is an x-ray of the reproductive system, after injecting a dye via your privates into your system – the pain is indescribable; endometrial biopsy where the cells of the uterus are taken for examination– you are advised to take two capsules of ibuprofen for the “mild” pain, but the pain is so intense, though it lasts a few seconds but you are certain you’re going to die there and then; Hydro-tubation (HT) – the fallopian tubes are flushed with an antibiotic saline solution but no-one tells you that you can die from resultant abdominal infection; IVF/ICSI – a procedure, where after several weeks of jabbing yourself with different hormonal medication, your eggs are harvested and hubby’s sperm injected directly into the egg to ensure fertilization (hey, after all of the stress of your life revolving around those injections, there’s no space for chance!!). All of these I did – several times. The IVF/ICSI itself I did ten times and not once did I get pregnant.
All through the years of trying, I always made it a point to ask God (even the times when I decided I was not going to pray anymore – YES, I lost hope!) to let me know WHY. If He was not going to answer my prayers and the prayers of everyone praying for and with me, I needed to know WHY.
By the 10th IVF cycle, I had given up but not my husband (God bless him) and I decided that adoption was a better route to mummyhood, that I was done with medical procedures. So, with my dear hubby’s consent we completed the necessary paperwork and procedures in March 2007. I had figured that by end of April we would have our baby. Not so. We discovered that babies were seasonal – one place told me to come back when the rains started; that babies were for sale – a renowned orphanage and it’s award winning owner informed me that boys were N350,000 and girls N320,000. I visited a couple of places and just got more depressed. No babies, but long waiting lists.
By June, I had a nursery ready and no baby in sight. Then God started to show me His awesomeness. A chance discussion in the 1st week of June led me to a wonderful lady, whom I’ll call Pastor, who owns and runs an orphanage that I had over-looked because I was told they had asked for “seed money”. She was appalled at that and decided to make me a priority. I told her we wanted a baby girl. She told me I needed to be patient and wait for the one the Lord meant to give me.
3 weeks went by and still no babies. Then the “baby-for-sale” orphanage called that they had a baby girl, 3 months old. I was so tempted to take that baby even though my husband and I had serious worries as to the ethical values of the organization, but a voice told me not to worry, mine would come. So, we declined.
July 11, at about 2pm, I was sitting at the Silverbird Galleria, waiting to watch a movie and I have a really strong urge to call Pastor. I’d been getting those urges since the 9th but had been distracted and so not acted on them. This time, I decide to call immediately. As soon as she answered the phone she said, “We have a baby girl”. I was so excited I could barely sit still. All I asked was if I could see the baby the next day. By 10am the following morning, I was there. And as she led me to the baby’s cot, I hoped that I would be allowed to take her. And as I saw that tiny form, and held her in my arms, I heard a voice speak clearly to me – THIS IS WHY. She was the reason I had waited all these years. The life God planned to put in my care. Her birth mother had put her where she could be found as soon as she was born. She was 3 days old when I saw her. She was free from HIV and Hepatitis. And she was mine.
I asked pastor when I could take her home. Pastor was amused at that – my husband had not seen her, I still had paperwork to finalize at the ministry – but I told her not to worry, Monday morning, I’d be back for my baby. My hubby saw her the next day – it was love at first sight for both of them. Monday found me at Alausa by 9:55am. By 10:10am, I had my paperwork signed and completed. I called Pastor to tell her to get my baby ready and she was really surprised. She told me that God was truly with me.
My baby came home that day – the 13th anniversary of our engagement. Her name means “faith”, because she is a true child of faith – the collective faith of family and friends. She has brought us so much joy.
I guess you feel that’s the end of my story? Amazingly, it is not. I deferred to my husband and friends and family appeals to try one more cycle of IVF. I can say that I had no doubt that it would NOT work but was doing it to “fulfill all righteousness” and to get everyone off my case! And because of that conviction, I had started looking for a second baby and hinting my husband that he needed to sort out the requisite documentation.
To cut a long story short, God thoroughly shamed me. The cycle I did last year was successful. I must confess that until I was about 20 weeks gone, it did not really sink in that I was pregnant. My baby was born in January. And now, I have two wonderfully precious kids.
My brother and his wife were told that due to challenges on both their parts (she has serious hormonal imbalances that cause her not to have periods), they would be unable to have children naturally, and that assisted conception (IVF/ICSI) was the only way. They had both been married before and had no children from either marriage. Deciding the cost was not something they wanted to incur, they went on to adopt two kids. That was 6 years ago.
Last week of March 2009 my sister-in-law finds out she’s pregnant – she’d been having ‘gas’ for weeks and when the ‘gas’ pushed at her hand that she was using to press on her stomach, she did a home pregnancy test and it was positive. Everyone is ecstatic and we all think she’s about 4 months gone. A scan at the end of March revealed she was already 35 weeks (almost 8 months) pregnant. My niece was born in April. Is God great or what?
To anyone out there doubting like I did; despairing like I was; angry with God or wondering why He has not answered or seems to be ignoring you like I felt, all I can say is “There is NOTHING God CANNOT do”. We just have to wait for His time and His way.
“With God, nothing is impossible”; “There is nothing God cannot do” – these are quotes we hear said and that we use personally when faced with problems that seem insurmountable or an issue that seems irresolute. But, many of us really and truly say either one without total conviction – we do say it with hope, yes, or as an automatic and ready response to relevant situations. Only the lucky few, who have really and truly been in seemingly impossible situations and/or had despaired of help or resolution (yes, we are Christians; yes we believe in God but the truth is that we are only human and the doubt is always there, wriggling, squirming and trying to get out from under the stranglehold we have placed it under!) but were then shown the true awesomeness of God’s infinite “possibleness” can say, with the conviction of personal experience, WITH GOD, NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE!!
I am one of those who can say it with total conviction and with “no shaking”! Oh yes! God blessed my sister-in-law and I with the types of miracles you hear about and wonder.
I’d been married for twelve years, been trying to have a baby for 10 of those. Procedures and tests, mostly painful, definitely depressing and of the “why me” type were ordered/prescribed in the quest to find a solution. Hydrosalpinogram (HSG) is an x-ray of the reproductive system, after injecting a dye via your privates into your system – the pain is indescribable; endometrial biopsy where the cells of the uterus are taken for examination– you are advised to take two capsules of ibuprofen for the “mild” pain, but the pain is so intense, though it lasts a few seconds but you are certain you’re going to die there and then; Hydro-tubation (HT) – the fallopian tubes are flushed with an antibiotic saline solution but no-one tells you that you can die from resultant abdominal infection; IVF/ICSI – a procedure, where after several weeks of jabbing yourself with different hormonal medication, your eggs are harvested and hubby’s sperm injected directly into the egg to ensure fertilization (hey, after all of the stress of your life revolving around those injections, there’s no space for chance!!). All of these I did – several times. The IVF/ICSI itself I did ten times and not once did I get pregnant.
All through the years of trying, I always made it a point to ask God (even the times when I decided I was not going to pray anymore – YES, I lost hope!) to let me know WHY. If He was not going to answer my prayers and the prayers of everyone praying for and with me, I needed to know WHY.
By the 10th IVF cycle, I had given up but not my husband (God bless him) and I decided that adoption was a better route to mummyhood, that I was done with medical procedures. So, with my dear hubby’s consent we completed the necessary paperwork and procedures in March 2007. I had figured that by end of April we would have our baby. Not so. We discovered that babies were seasonal – one place told me to come back when the rains started; that babies were for sale – a renowned orphanage and it’s award winning owner informed me that boys were N350,000 and girls N320,000. I visited a couple of places and just got more depressed. No babies, but long waiting lists.
By June, I had a nursery ready and no baby in sight. Then God started to show me His awesomeness. A chance discussion in the 1st week of June led me to a wonderful lady, whom I’ll call Pastor, who owns and runs an orphanage that I had over-looked because I was told they had asked for “seed money”. She was appalled at that and decided to make me a priority. I told her we wanted a baby girl. She told me I needed to be patient and wait for the one the Lord meant to give me.
3 weeks went by and still no babies. Then the “baby-for-sale” orphanage called that they had a baby girl, 3 months old. I was so tempted to take that baby even though my husband and I had serious worries as to the ethical values of the organization, but a voice told me not to worry, mine would come. So, we declined.
July 11, at about 2pm, I was sitting at the Silverbird Galleria, waiting to watch a movie and I have a really strong urge to call Pastor. I’d been getting those urges since the 9th but had been distracted and so not acted on them. This time, I decide to call immediately. As soon as she answered the phone she said, “We have a baby girl”. I was so excited I could barely sit still. All I asked was if I could see the baby the next day. By 10am the following morning, I was there. And as she led me to the baby’s cot, I hoped that I would be allowed to take her. And as I saw that tiny form, and held her in my arms, I heard a voice speak clearly to me – THIS IS WHY. She was the reason I had waited all these years. The life God planned to put in my care. Her birth mother had put her where she could be found as soon as she was born. She was 3 days old when I saw her. She was free from HIV and Hepatitis. And she was mine.
I asked pastor when I could take her home. Pastor was amused at that – my husband had not seen her, I still had paperwork to finalize at the ministry – but I told her not to worry, Monday morning, I’d be back for my baby. My hubby saw her the next day – it was love at first sight for both of them. Monday found me at Alausa by 9:55am. By 10:10am, I had my paperwork signed and completed. I called Pastor to tell her to get my baby ready and she was really surprised. She told me that God was truly with me.
My baby came home that day – the 13th anniversary of our engagement. Her name means “faith”, because she is a true child of faith – the collective faith of family and friends. She has brought us so much joy.
I guess you feel that’s the end of my story? Amazingly, it is not. I deferred to my husband and friends and family appeals to try one more cycle of IVF. I can say that I had no doubt that it would NOT work but was doing it to “fulfill all righteousness” and to get everyone off my case! And because of that conviction, I had started looking for a second baby and hinting my husband that he needed to sort out the requisite documentation.
To cut a long story short, God thoroughly shamed me. The cycle I did last year was successful. I must confess that until I was about 20 weeks gone, it did not really sink in that I was pregnant. My baby was born in January. And now, I have two wonderfully precious kids.
My brother and his wife were told that due to challenges on both their parts (she has serious hormonal imbalances that cause her not to have periods), they would be unable to have children naturally, and that assisted conception (IVF/ICSI) was the only way. They had both been married before and had no children from either marriage. Deciding the cost was not something they wanted to incur, they went on to adopt two kids. That was 6 years ago.
Last week of March 2009 my sister-in-law finds out she’s pregnant – she’d been having ‘gas’ for weeks and when the ‘gas’ pushed at her hand that she was using to press on her stomach, she did a home pregnancy test and it was positive. Everyone is ecstatic and we all think she’s about 4 months gone. A scan at the end of March revealed she was already 35 weeks (almost 8 months) pregnant. My niece was born in April. Is God great or what?
To anyone out there doubting like I did; despairing like I was; angry with God or wondering why He has not answered or seems to be ignoring you like I felt, all I can say is “There is NOTHING God CANNOT do”. We just have to wait for His time and His way.
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