Rarely does a day goes by that I do not look upon my precious daughter Emmanuelle and thank God for her life. A miracle, we insist, took place that moment when she was ushered forth from my womb and into this world. Promised only tragedy and perhaps death, we clung to the precious promise that "God is with us". No matter the outcome, we would trust His sovereign plan and commit ourselves to glorify Him should sorrow rain down on us or should the sun burst forth in glorious splendor. Our desperate plea for our daughter's life was granted and more when she was deemed a normal and health infant. We delight in her increasing abilities and take pleasure in the daily awakening of her unique personality.
So too have we experienced times in our lives when our prayers were not answered, at least not in the way we had so hoped. I was reminded of this reality when I read of another mother's recent experience with her own difficult pregnancy. You can read her story here and perhaps for the first time, you will see how God's glory and love and power is seen even in the rain. For though He does not promise that things will always be easy or that He will always pull through in the ninth inning with a spectacular miracle, He does promise that He will be with you, that even this is a part of His grand and glorious plan for your life, and that even though tears remain for the night, joy does come in the dawning of His sweet mercy.
I am still learning to trust in the promise that in all things, God works according to the good for those who love Him. My faith is challenged when I still go through days of suffering and periods of intense affliction. Yet my hope is revitalized when I am reminded of such cherished promises as are found in Psalm 22:24: "For he has not despised or disdained the suffering of the afflicted one; he has not hidden his face from him but has listened to his cry for help."
As I dwell on the reality that I have audience with the One who knows and cares for me, I am ushered into a place of overwhelming peace that once housed only bitterness. I choose to place my hope in that which is unseen because I have experienced the power of God in my miracle. I believe in that which many question because He has proven Himself to me as a solid source of solace in a world that continues to question, "Why is this happening to me?"
That much He has answered me. He wants me to know Him, to love Him, to be known of Him.
And it is precisely in those moments of suffering and downpouring on my soul that, as I converse with Him, as I pour over His words of eternal comfort found within the pages of His Word, I find Him to be all that I ever needed.
For His miraculous gift of my precious daughter, I will continue to praise Him for as long as I live. In His constant proving of my love for Him and in the refining fire of certain future sufferings, even in these, yet will I praise Him.
For in miracles and sufferings, He has been so good to me.