26 Jul, 2011

Two Years Ago…

Psalm 28:7
The LORD is my strength and my shield;

my heart trusts in him, and I am helped.

My heart leaps for joy and I will give thanks to him in song.


On July 26, 2009- Two years ago today, God heard my cry for help. In fact, God knew in advance that I was going to need help. He orchestrated his provision for our family perfectly.

Our story has been in the newspaper, on TV, and has been told from the stage at church and in front of MOPS groups. But my heart is so full of gratitude that I have to thank God for what He has done.

Two years ago, I was 9 months pregnant and 4 days away from my due date. I wrapped up an incredibly busy day of ministry at church, drove home, and ate Chinese takeout for lunch with my husband and 2 sweet girls. I ran some errands including a trip to Target where I bumped into my neighbors and talked to them for a bit. It was a full day, but fairly normal.

Later that Sunday evening, something happened. Contractions. Not very strong. Pretty sporadic. So at first, I honestly thought that they might be Braxton Hicks contractions. But, my husband started getting the hospital bag ready anyway. (“Why wasn’t the bag already packed?” you ask. Because this is our 3rd kid. That’s why. I was packed 2 months before our oldest one was born, one week before our second was born and well, I was just glad to have a bag by the time the 3rd one was born.) I had been through labor 2 times before and I wasn’t worried at all. But, I decided to relax  and get some rest just in case I would go into serious labor in the middle of the night or the next morning.

The minute I slowed down, everything kicked into high speed. Suddenly, my contractions were 90 seconds apart, very strong and extremely regular. It happened so fast. Jeremy called my friend, Pam who volunteered to be “on call” and had offered to come stay with our 2 oldest girls whenever we needed to go to the hospital that week.

Jeremy frantically asked Pam to “come over right now!” While Pam was on her way to our house, I was on my way to the car. 5 steps away from the car, I realized that we weren’t going to make it to the hospital. Now, I was scared. The only thing I could think to whisper was “Jesus!” over and over again. Not a fancy prayer. But I was crying out for God to help me.

I remember seeing Pam’s headlights. I was in serious trouble. When I think of Pam, I think of her as a sweet friend and mentor. I rarely think of her occupation. When I saw those headlights, my heart was filled with hope of rescue. Suddenly, I remembered- Pam is a labor and delivery nurse!

She stepped out of the car and sprung into action. She told Jeremy to dial 911. I walked back into the house on the lower level and Pam delivered my sweet, 8lb 1 oz baby. She was perfect. And safe. And healthy. Pam knew just what to do. The police arrived. Then the ambulance.  The ride to the hospital was a celebration. God is so good. He is my help before I even know that I need it!

My heart trusts you, Lord.

Happy 2nd Birthday, Violet Joy! My heart does leap for joy when I think of you. Thank you Lord, for perfect gifts and perfect help.



  • first of all, I did not know you blogged…second of all, I did not know this story. crazy! girl! miss you!


    • Miss you too, Jamie. I just started blogging. Thanks for stopping by to read it!

  • What a great story of God’s provision that Violet already has to share in her young life!! You are an awesome mom for sharing this story for her and for showing your girls God’s love. I just love hearing about how God works in miraculous ways.

    • Thanks Amanda! I feel the same way about YOUR miraculous story!

  • I’ve never heard that entire story! Amazing! Thanks for sharing it Jen! Great reminder to trust God in whatever circumstances we are in!

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