I am at my computer; the trees are blinking with all the colors of the rainbow, I finally got my mother settled after a very rough day and everything else is uncommonly quiet. It is cold in this room and I am appropriately layered to conserve body heat and I have my fat, white mug, filled to the brim with steaming coffee at my left hand. I sat here for a moment and wanted to write something that would be uplifting and encouraging then realized that, although I am writing this on the evening of the 16th this post is for tomorrow, December 17!
This date 43 years ago I nearly lost the baby that I was only six months pregnant with and I am thankful to God for saving the life of my unborn baby daughter Cherita that day. Two weeks before the night of the 17th which I spent in the old, green, fake leather, recliner, I had sat head to head over a note pad at a table in a steamy hot room, making notes and plans for a young girl’s upcoming nuptials. She had the flu and was bemoaning the fact that she should be home in bed instead of there with me, and after the fact, I heartily agreed with her! All night, the night of December 17, 1970, I went from the recliner to the bathroom and back at the recliner, had a trash can close by to use as I couldn’t hold anything down. Suddenly I felt it, an electric pain running the length of my uterus. With terror in my heart I began to cry. I was throwing up, going to the bathroom and having contractions. This baby could not come tonight; she wasn’t due until March 1! Three months too early was not good. My dad came into the room and with calm assurance; he laid his great big hand on my troubled stomach and began to pray. He quoted the 23rd Psalm and then invoked the Holy Spirit to intervene in this situation. As he prayed the contractions got lighter and finally, toward the morning, they quit.
I met my doctor as he walked into the old Howell House office building in downtown Atlanta and told him I needed to be examined and explained what had happened. After being chided for not calling him during the night, or going to the ER he took me in. As he examined me he told me the baby had moved into the birth canal and would be born soon. I told him that my dad had prayed the prayer that stopped the contractions but he told me it was already too far-gone; this baby was going to come soon. I insisted on going home to “wait it out” as I was no longer in pain. I went about my normal duties, had a Christmas program at the church, played the organ for the wedding I had helped plan, went through the New Year’s celebrations, all without incident. I kept my routine OB appointments and he kept telling me how I needed to be extremely careful as the baby was so close to exiting the womb. March 1 came and went, I had no pre-labor pains, nor was I sick. Finally at my March 10 appointment, the Doctor made an appointment to induce labor next morning, March 11, 1971! Not only did she not come early, we had to induce her to come into the world!
My daughter is a beautiful woman with a wonderful husband and two children of her own! As I came out of the store today, I looked up at the sky and saw a beautiful rainbow! The blinking lights had brought it back to my mind; God was reminding me of His promise to never leave me.
Psalm 23:4-6 “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me, Your rod and Your staff they comfort me, You anoint my head with oil and my cup is running over! Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord, forever!”
Those verses from the Psalm had comforted my heart on December 17, 1970, and as I write this tonight, December 16, 2014, I am again aware and thankful that His goodness and mercy are ever near. I thank God for my daughter!
Pictured above I am in a sandwich between my daughter, Cherita and my son, Ara !