Our baby grandson will soon undergo a 4 to 6 hour surgery to correct his Tetralogy of Fallot, a congenital heart defect. Fear for him has been my constant companion, and I've had to fight a daily battle of prayer to break through to the peace the Lord has for us when we cast our anxieties upon Him. This morning these thoughts came; funny I'd forgotten my own birth story. I wonder how many other miracles God has done that I am no longer taking into account?
I record God's guidance to me conversationally, boldfacing His words to discriminate them from my own. Here is the boldfaced print from my journal this morning:
My will cannot be corrupted by the errors or sins of human beings.
It is My will for your grandson to live, thrive, and to fulfill the purposes I have for him.
Consider your own beginnings, Child. A transverse presentation cannot be delivered vaginally. But you were.
Children with paralyzed arms at birth do not necessarily regain the use of their arms. But you did.
Some daughters of women who used the anti-miscarriage drug DES died of cancer in their early teens. Still more developed cervical cancer.
You didn’t.
Your grandson has a good prognosis, not because of the action or inaction of any human being, but because of the Lord.
Release him into My care now and rest.
I am with him, and you.
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I recorded my birth story in detail on my 69th birthday. It can be found here: 25,185 Days and Counting
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