My Auto Mechanic's wife called me yesterday to tell me a story. She has a friend that was just about due with a baby boy. The girl missed a playdate so Rochelle called her. The girl told her that she had to have an emergency C-section. She proceeded to tell Rochelle that she stopped feeling her baby move. She ate candy, drank orange juice, laid on her side, etc. She called the doctor (happened to be same Doctor as mine). They told her to do all the same things as she did. They didn't have any openings at the office so they told her to go to the hospital for some monitoring. She was hooked up to machines and they found the baby's heartbeat. But the strange thing was that when they moved her belly the heart rate went down rather than up. So, they performed an emergency C-section. What they found was the cord wrapped three times around his neck and a true knot in the cord. Had she waited any longer the baby would not have made it. After hearing this story Rochelle told her that that had happened to one of her friends but Baby Levi didn't make it. Her friend said that is his name! She proceeded to tell her that she remembered 3 years earlier sitting in Dr. Dimmette's office talking to a girl that was just pregnant after having lost her Baby Levi. The story of what happened stuck with her, she couldn't remember the mommy's name but just Baby Levi. The entire time she was contemplating on if she was really feeling the baby move, the still small voice was saying "Baby Levi, Baby Levi". Going with that she went in and it saved her baby.
The reason why I am telling you this is that it wasn't by chance that I sat next to this girl 3 years ago telling her my story. God, being all knowing, planned our steps to meet for a brief moment in time in which He used my grief and pain to save her baby's life. God wants to be intimately involved in our lives if we allow Him to be.
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Praise the Lord! Brenda as the tears flow I wantto say Thank you for sharing that story.
Have a great vacation.
Teri
NO WAY! When life gets to heavy for me to bear things like this pop up. I remember one time when I was really struggling with God, I begged Him the night before to give me some sort of sign that He was there and that He was listening. The next morning I walked outside my house and there was a little flower that sprouted and bloomed in my flower bed. It wouldn't have been so unusual except in was the dead of winter and there were NO flowers in the flower bed! We had ripped them all out! I love your story, thank you for sharing it with me.
INCREDIBLE!
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