“The desert shall rejoice and blossom as the rose.” Isaiah 35:1b
This is a story about how the Lord saved my life.
In March of 2015, the Lord showed me a beautiful little girl. I couldn’t see her physical body, but I sensed the beauty of her heart. He asked me if I wanted her. I said, “Yes!” He told me her name was Lydia and whispered, “May.” I asked Him if May was when I would conceive or give birth, and He repeated, “May.” Seconds later, I resumed my study on the Book of Acts and spotted a character named Lydia! I didn’t know what year it would be, but I knew I would spend every May anticipating something until we found her.
The first weeks of that next May, odd things happened. I was nearing the end of a volunteer commitment with the Alaska State Troopers, and I was waiting in their parking lot for a trooper to pick me up. Despite the Lord’s warning (I doubted it was Him I was hearing), I stepped out of my hot car. I locked the vehicle so I’d be ready to go as soon as the trooper arrived. I was reading a book when I heard voices and saw (what looked to be) drug addicts—one male and one female—rounding the corner of the AST building. I knew they were the danger the Lord had warned me about. The man started hitting on me, and they were both asking for my name. My pepper spray and keys were in my purse, and the police building was locked. I told them to leave me alone twice, but my voice felt weak. The Holy Spirit fell on me and went out like a shield. I felt when He reached them, and He stopped them in their tracks. The girl turned on the guy and pushed him away from me, yelling, “She said to leave her alone! She probably knows cops!” They went out of their way around the building and out of sight. God snapped me out of the shock by telling me to get in the car NOW. I had time to dig out my keys and get inside and lock the doors. Minutes later, they returned to their path and walked by without noticing me. God is the only explanation of why they stopped approaching, why the girl turned on the guy, and why they left their path long enough for me to get in the vehicle. (I told the trooper what happened, but they were long gone by then.) I didn’t know it at the time, but I was pregnant with Lydia.
Days later, I started to consistently hear the Lord say, “I raise the dead.” It would happen at the most random times: while I was brushing my teeth, folding laundry, etc. The human part of me felt fear, wondering if this constant warning was a sign I was going to die, but my heart felt hope. Then the Lord told me to read John 11:37, where I found the story of Jesus raising Lazarus from the dead. Then—just to really make the point—I looked through the bathroom window and found a bird in our backyard. It was mangled, its feathers ruffled. It looked like a dog had gotten a hold of it. I felt bad for it and ran to Matt; he told me he’d get to it in a few. I went back to laundry in the bathroom when I heard the Lord: “I raise the dead. Look out the window.” I jumped to the window and watched the bird rise to its feet and hop into the woods! I told Matt and, being that he’s a logical person, he said it had probably just hit the window. I insisted that it was dead, given its appearance and distance from the house. At first, Matt disagreed. But after all the other miracles that happened in the months that followed, (I think) he came around to see that the bird really might’ve been dead.
A few days later—still May!—I told Matt that Lydia was on the way. We were expecting our second child!
Now, given how wonderful of a person I knew Lydia was (and would become), I thought my pregnancy would be gumdrops and roses. We were in for a shock, because the Lord wasn’t only going to give Lydia life through this pregnancy—He was also going to save me from death.
Starting around mid or late June, only a couple of months along in pregnancy, I had a horrible gut feeling. Something was wrong. I wept and prayed, but God only confirmed my feelings. He put it on my heart to tell my doctor. So, during a prenatal visit, I told him something was wrong. He is a big believer in “women’s intuition” (though mine’s a gift from God), so he took it seriously. He informed me that my thyroid levels were extremely high, so he found it odd that I was so tired. I had so much thyroid hormone I shouldn’t have been able to sleep, but that’s all I was doing whenever I got a chance.
We agreed to re-do the blood testing to confirm that the lab hadn’t made a mistake.
While waiting for results, something alarming (too private to share here,) happened with my body. I called the doctor, and they said I needed to prepare for a miscarriage. I should make myself comfortable, and I should probably cancel Chloe’s birthday party that was happening the next day. I got off the phone and told Matt. We cried together, and he watched Chloe while I rested.
I saw a bird out the window and heard the Lord: “I raise the dead! You’re not losing that baby! Get up and get ready for that party!” Instantly, the medical issue stopped!
I started cleaning like crazy, and Matt asked what the heck I was doing. I told him what God had said, and he watched in marvel.
A couple of days later, I read a quote by D.L. Moody: “The world has yet to see what God can do through one person who is fully committed to Him.” The words shook me, and I asked the Lord to break me and rebuild me—to do whatever it takes to mold me into the person He wants. Into someone who is fully committed to Him.
And that’s exactly what happened.
Continued in Part II.
Michelle ~ “We love Him, because He first loved us.” — 1 John 4:19
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