Leaving my classroom of happy first graders on Valentine’s Day, I strode down the hall and picked up the receiver.
My hysterical daughter Margie was on the other end.
“Mom, my baby’s heartbeat is almost registering 70 beats per minute. If it drops below 70 my baby could die. Please pray!”
Margie was in her fifth month of pregnancy with a baby girl she and Greg planned naming Macy.
I loved my students. They never faltered believing God answers prayer. They had already moved many mountains.
I have precious memories of heart felt prayers of little ones reaching the heavens. I’ve seen their Father smiling broadly for these He calls the perfection of His kingdom.
In the midst of much joy and partying, little children were immediately sobered by my request. Throughout the classroom seven year- olds began praying.
As school ended my heart was exceedingly heavy and I made my way to the cafeteria to retrieve a lost item. While there, Joann, the lunch room lady took me into her arms. Willingly I yielded and surrendered to the sweetness of peace and calm I found in her embrace. Although she said very little the comfort of her hug remains with me to this day.
Returning to the car line I was met by Jodi, a fervent prayer warrior. She looked me in the eye and spoke prophetically, “Margie, the heart beat is normal.”
I displayed no pretense of courage. “How do you know that, Jodi?”
Speaking adamantly Jodi responded, “Margie—look at me. The heart beat is normal.”
I sank into my car. It was Friday. I could grade papers at home. I just needed to leave.
I prayed and wept driving home. “Lord what is the middle name of this new granddaughter. Please speak your Word, You truth to me.”
“Weeping may endure for a night, But joy comes in the morning.”
I was crossing the bridge of the beautiful St. Lucie River when I heard those Words from the One who held little Macy in His grip. Joy—her middle name would be Joy!
For three long days we waited for the next doctor’s appointment and my daughter Christie joined me for prayer. She was a warrior and felt the Spirit surge her being as we prayed together. Christie knew—the heart beat was normal!
My sisters Jo and Judy joined in battle and a tiny baby’s life was lifted up to the Lord by a family—that loved and spoke words of faith! It is wonderful having people on your side and my sisters have been that for me and more—all my life!
Four months later our beautiful Macy Joy came kicking a screaming into this world.
We were surrounded and supported by those who believed. The Lord sent help from heaven, comforted us in our sorrow and fear.
He has called us to families, to bear one another’s burdens. If you are without a supportive family the Lord promises:
“Even if my father and mother abandon me, the LORD will take care of me.”
“God places lonely people in families.”
“Yet He sets the poor on high, far from affliction, And makes their families like a flock.”
Do not walk through life alone. The Lord has promised never to leave you, never to forsake you but He has also said, “It is not good for man to be alone” (Genesis 2:18). I have walked through countless valleys and had it not been for the Lord and his dear people I surely would have fainted—would not have reached the other side!
It’s your turn, Beloved. Find your family. Find the Lord’s anointed to join you in battle. Never—never—never—walk alone!