It was spring 1998 and I was in the second trimester of my third pregnancy. All went according to plan, until the sixth month when my baby’s abnormal movements alarmed me. During a prenatal exam, I discussed my concern with my midwife. She immediately scheduled an ultrasound test and referred me to a perinatologist who specialized in high risk pregnancies.
While the sonographer performed a fetal ultrasound, trying to remain calm was nerve-wracking. Anxiously, I forced myself to think positive thoughts as the technician expertly applied warm gel on my huge belly to skillfully maneuver her electronic device. My heart raced with uncertainty.
Following the procedure, my perinatologist said he suspected medical complications. In horror, I heard him solemnly explain how my precious infant may have encephalitis, a condition involving inflammation of the brain caused by a direct viral infection.
Numb and speechless, I patiently listened as he instructed me to wait two weeks before repeating another test. I quickly scheduled my next appointment and managed to find my car in the crowded parking lot without breaking down.
After receiving the dreadful news, I drove on the busy parkway barely able to see the road ahead. A flood of heartbreak poured down my cheeks. “Oh, dear God,” I sobbed. “This can’t be happening! Please help my baby!”
When I arrived home, my eyes were swollen like golf balls from nonstop crying. As I stood somber in my bedroom overcome with intense grief, Psalm 139:14 unexpectedly came to mind.
“I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.”
As I pondered this scripture, I silently reassured myself that our God who created the sparkling stars in the sky is the same God who created my precious baby inside my womb. Thoughtfully, I contemplated my choices. Would I spend the following two weeks consumed by fear and sadness? Despite the negative medical report, would I trust Jesus?
Realistically, I had no control over my unfathomable circumstance. It was in this life-changing moment that I boldly made a choice to step out in faith and surrender my infant’s life to Christ. I sensed our Heavenly Father calling and equipping me to trust His biblical promises.
My spirit was strengthened as I earnestly clung to Psalm 139:14 and read it aloud to affirm God’s faithfulness. Gently, I wiped my eyes dry and wrote the scripture on a white index card. Then I placed it onto my refrigerator as a daily reminder.
Out of the blue, a peace unlike any other washed over me from head to toe. Without logical explanation, all fear, doubt, and sadness disappeared. Instead, I felt calm, content, and capable of successfully managing the next two weeks. The swift transformation was an astonishing miracle in itself.
I returned to the hospital and had my second sonogram, after which my perinatologist came into the examination room to discuss test results. He said, “I have no medical explanation for these findings. Whatever the fetal complication was two weeks ago, it has completely resolved itself. Your baby is healthy!”
If my belly hadn’t been so huge, I would have jumped with joy and dove off the exam table to celebrate his exciting news. However, since I looked like an over-sized beach ball I contained my composure with a big smile. Silently, I thanked Jesus for healing my unborn child. I was in absolute awe.
What began as an unexpected nightmare turned into an amazing miracle of God’s healing grace. Tears of joy slipped softly down my cheeks as I fully absorbed my answer to prayer. I knew beyond a shadow of doubt that what had transpired before my eyes was extraordinary.
On May 14, 1998, my husband and I celebrated the birth of our beautiful daughter and God’s grace. There are no medical explanations to logically explain how Ryanna’s health was fully restored, but it stretched my spiritual growth far wider than I ever could have imagined.
My miracle baby taught me that anything is possible with God. He is always faithful, and Ryanna is living proof that miracles exist today.
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Dana Arcuri is a faith-inspired writer, contributing author, blogger and licensed beauty expert. She is a passionate, heart-felt writer who provides her readers encouragement, hope and inspiration as she shares her love of Christ. Her articles have been published by Escalate Media for TotallyHer.com and she has been published as a contributing author in Inspired Women Succeed, released in 2011. Dana can be contacted by email at firstname.lastname@example.org or by visiting her blog at http://writing4theheart-n-soul.blogspot.com/.
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