I believe in God. I know He is there, and part of my life, and I know that He interacts with me. When I hear Him speak to me, directly or through others, I rely on the words and pictures He gives me. I don’t ever want to stop doing that. But I nearly did.
In October, I went to the Filling Station (relaxed “church” on a Friday night). Someone prayed for me and gave me a word – the word was fertility, and during his prayer he told me that I didn’t need to worry because it was done. 5 days later, I had a positive pregnancy test. I knew the joy of discovering I was pregnant, coupled with a reassurance that came from my belief that this pregnancy was from God. He had told me not to worry; He had spoken about my pregnancy before I knew of it. So I didn’t worry and I trusted that it was part of God’s plan and that this pregnancy was protected by Him.
That made the miscarriage really difficult. Continue reading “God is not a fortune teller”
