was February 13, 1985 and my wife and I were sitting in front of the
fireplace in our home. As we were talking, enjoying each other's company,
a thought raced through my mind and I immediately said to my wife; "you're
pregnant, go to the doctor and get checked out!" Well, the next
week she did go to the doctor and it was confirmed, she was pregnant.
This was definitely A Word From God! We were so excited that He was
blessing us with another child. We had already had two and now this
would be our third. Soon enough, time had passed and my wife was beginning
to show. Once more, enduring through the process as this next child
would develop in her womb.
had been praying for another child and each time I felt the urge to
pray, I had a burning sensation in my heart. I believed this to be from
the Lord! So when I would feel this sensation, I would automatically
fall to my knees and lift up my request to God. When I first shared
with my wife that she was pregnant, I then knew that God had answered
my prayer. I know that whenever God puts something on our heart that
He wants to bring to pass, that it requires us coming to Him in prayer
until the end result is realized. And if God has said He will do it
and we do our part, then it is literally impossible that what He said
won't come to pass. You see, God also requires us to partner with Him
so that it can be a joint effort and not just a one-sided issue. Ultimately
resulting in God receiving all the glory.
approximately 5 months had passed and I was on a job down in San Mateo
while my wife was up shopping at the local market. All of a sudden,
the woman who I had been working for came storming out of her house
yelling out all kinds of gibberish. I finally understood her to say
that while my wife was shopping, her water broke and she started bleeding.
Well, the only thing I could do at that moment was to look up and say
to God; "you knew I wanted this child but if you decide to take
him back, so be it!" Right then, a surge went through my body and
I refused to believe the way things looked, instead, I remembered all
that had transpired up till now. How God had put it in my heart to pray
for another child and I believed that He was going to give it to me.
So I had no choice other than to believe that the surrounding circumstance
was just another one of the enemies' tactics to try to get me to take
my eyes off the Lord.
the woman had stormed out of her house, what she was basically trying
to say was; "your wife's having a miscarriage, don't worry, I had
one too." I would not accept this! So I got on the phone and found
out that after several hours of my wife having been in the hospital,
she had then been taken to my mom's house and was now resting. So I
left the job I was on and went to be by my wife's side. When I was told
what had taken place between the time my wife had been taken to the
hospital until the time she had arrived at my mom's house, it was as
though I had entered into another realm.
now the story begins...
you remember how when my wife was up shopping at the local market when
she was 5 months pregnant, her water broke and she began to bleed. Well,
what would lie just moments ahead of us while even in different locations,
would be the testing of our faith. You see, my wife and I believed that
God wanted us to have that child and though geographically we were not
together, we both were praying that this situation would turn around
for good. While she was in the hospital, the doctors would periodically
check on my wife to see how she was doing and she would be up pacing
the floor, praying. The doctors wanted her to remain lying down until
they could basically find the time to examine her and remove the remains
of the child if so. Wouldn't you know it, God came through!
had been about 10 hours before another doctor would come down the corridor
of the hospital and putting his stethoscope on my wife's stomach, he
discovered a heartbeat, her water was restored and her womb had been
completely sealed. Praise God!!! A miracle had definitely taken place
and there is nothing God cannot do if it is in His will and if in fact
we would just believe! Shortly after that, she was released from the
hospital and was taken to my mom's house where she would stay for the
next 10 days. I was beside myself and could not get over what God had
done. And to this day, I still cannot get over it. God's grace and His
mercies are forevermore!
that's not all...
I was driving home one night from one of my jobs, I'm sitting in the
truck trying to come up with a name for this new child that was due
to be born in 4 months. My wife had been gracious enough to allow me
the majority of the decision making in what the other 2 children's names
were, so I also took the liberty of trying to decide what this child's
name would be. Little did I know that it would not be my wife that I
would have to answer to but God had a little plan of His own! Well,
as I was thinking of names, I heard a voice say to me; "his name
is to be Isaac". O boy, now I was really out of the picture. Again
I heard... " his name is to be Isaac". Then I believed! It
was really God's voice that I was hearing and He definitely wanted this
child's name to be Isaac. One thing here... my wife nor I had any idea
that the baby was going to be a boy and neither did anyone else. Let
alone, we had never once discussed the name Isaac as a possibility.
So it was not only the issue with the name at this point but we also
found out straight from the Lord that this was going to be a boy.
I got home and no sooner did I start to wash my hands for dinner that
my wife came running into the kitchen, wanting to say something but
I said, on my way home, I was trying to think of a name for the new
baby and I heard a voice say; "his name is to be Isaac". She
replied; "that's what God wanted me to tell you last night but
you wouldn't listen!". Uh-Oh... Well, as the story goes, I should
have listened. The night before, I was sitting in bed eating my ice
cream as usual and my wife rolls over and says; "I'd tell you something
but I know you won't listen". I said; "ok" and kept eating
my ice cream. Little did I know, God would be dealing with me the next
night! How gracious He was and how soft and gentle was that voice.
it came to be that the little boys name would be Isaac and he was born
on October 31, 1985.
I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper
you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."