December 11, 1978 – a day I will never forget. It was a day of great significance for me spiritually, burned into my memory as one of the most significant days of my life. After another disappointing “time of the month”, I was faced with the grim reality that perhaps I would never realize my dream of becoming a mother, and that no matter how much I wanted it, I would have to face the fact that it was not possible for me to become pregnant.
I had been married for four years, trying desperately for two years to become pregnant. I had prayed, and I had shed many tears. I would look at parents of small children, and ask why? Why them, and not me? Didn’t God know how much I wanted a baby? Was there something wrong with me? I had lots of questions, but no answers.
On this particular day I was so distraught, I found myself kneeling on the floor by my bed, where I had placed my Bible. I cried out to God to help me in my anguish, and that I could not bear any more disappointment. I felt led to ask God to speak to me through His Word, and I let my Bible fall open.
I could not believe what I was reading. The Bible fell open to Luke, Chapter 1, and I saw these words:
But the angel said, “Don’t be afraid Zechariah! GOD HAS HEARD YOUR PRAYER. YOUR WIFE, ELIZABETH, WILL GIVE YOU A SON, and you are to name him John. You will have great joy and gladness, and many will rejoice at his birth, for he will be great in the eyes of the Lord.” (Luke 1:13-14)
I felt like God had put those verses in the Bible just for me. They were divinely appointed to be given to me at that precise time. I could not be convinced otherwise. I knew that I knew that I knew that I was going to have a baby. Think of the wonder of it. To know that GOD had HEARD ME. Well, if you think I was crying before, that was nothing compared to the flood of tears that came afterwards, while I was thanking and praising God for His goodness.
The words that stood out to me as if in flashing neon letters, were “your prayers have been heard, and you will have a son”. I did not take it to literally mean that I would have a son, but I knew deep within my heart that the God of Heaven had just spoken to me personally and assured me that He saw me and heard me and that He had an answer for me. I didn’t know when, but I knew for SURE that I would have a baby of my very own, and I clung to that promise, until I saw the fulfillment.
And sure enough, ONE YEAR AND NINE MONTHS, to the day, on September 11, 1980, my beautiful, healthy firstborn daughter was born.
I’ve always believed fervently that God bends His ear very low to hear the prayers of a mother or father for a child, and this confirmed to me that this principal even applies to children as yet unborn.
How great is our God!
Bio:
Karen Woosley is Mother to two beautiful adult Daughters, and Grandmother to five amazing Grandchildren. She is actively involved in the ministry of Intercessory Prayer, and has a keen interest in End Time Prophecy. She loves to read, write, decorate, explore our beautiful province, and spend time socializing with family and friends.
