"Precept must be upon precept, precept upon precept, line upon line, line upon line, here a little and there a little." Isaiah 28:10
"Precept must be upon precept, precept upon precept, line upon line, line upon line, here a little and there a little." Isaiah 28:10
The fruitage I wish to give most gratitude for this year is the gift of our beautiful little boy and the spiritual growth which was prompted by his arrival.
During the nine months of pregnancy, my husband and I felt a wonderful sense of a gentling of thought and protection as we cherished the true nature of this blessing which had been promised to our family. This was a time of great growth and several issues which had surrounded the arrival of our oldest son were shown to have been well and truly healed. The opportunity also arose during this period for my husband to go through Class, which was such a precious step for all of us and gentle protection as was later proved.
Once at the hospital, we felt there was a wonderful awareness of, and respect for Christian Science which had not been there two years previously when we had had our oldest son. The midwives knew of our preferences as Christian Scientists without us having to explicitly voice them. We were able to play the NewSong group CDs all the way through the whole experience and several staff commented on the peace in the room, the uplifting music and sense of harmony.
After several days, concern was expressed that things had not progressed sufficiently and emergency surgery was scheduled. We were crest-fallen; this wasn’t what we had planned. A truer sense of humility was required here, as ‘Man’s extremity’ was proved to be ‘God’s opportunity’ and we worked to see beyond the dream of life in matter. The dear Practitioner who had worked with us during the late stages of the pregnancy and through labour was contacted again and her support tangibly felt.
Once in theatre, we were allowed to continue playing the hymns we loved so dearly, clinging to every word. Several of the medical team began sharing their beliefs with us as time went on, one telling us about belonging to a Gospel choir. Again the joy and calm in the room was commented on.
Shortly after we met our little son for the first time, to human sense, I seemed to exhibit alarming symptoms and was rushed back in to theatre. The dear midwife who had been by my side all this time, grabbed my hand and said ‘You need to put all your trust in God.’ I assured her I was doing! My husband was ushered out with our new son, and able to contact the Practitioner again. (What I was later found out was that the surgeon at this point had prepared my husband for the fact that I might not pull through.)
Early the next morning, I was just aware of so much love and kindness. Members of the medical team came to see me and told me how much I had been ‘watched over by someone up there’ and what wonderful progress was being made. Again they said they could not believe how calm my husband and I were in the face of everything. I replied that that was probably because we were ‘praying our socks off!’ In addition to this, several concerns as to parts of our little boy which may not have developed properly just fell away.
Less than four days later, we thanked everyone for the wonderful care we had received and walked out of the hospital with our beautiful little boy. We returned home to be greeted by a very excited older brother who loves him dearly and has never exhibited any of the often documented sibling jealousy. As the practitioner had shared previously, it really was a case of ‘Over and out. Over to God and out of the dream.’