I didn’t think about that act of faith anymore.  That is until this afternoon.  I spent four days in the hospital going through a barrage of tests.  Blood tests, glucose tests, amniocentesis, insulin shots, steroid shots, antibiotic drips and an occasional pain shot for the contractions.  There were many times that I thought, Lord, why me.  I remember telling my mother and husband that I was waiting to hear from the Lord and that I knew supernatural knowledge would be revealed during this prolonged hospital stay and impending bed rest.  I thought that the impending revelation would have to do more with the next developments of Hiyaah Power and my career as opposed to the never ending goodness of God.

My husband took me to my first follow-up perinatal appointment a week later to receive yet another ultrasound and to sit for fetal monitoring while hooked up to all those high tech machines.  My doctor came in and looked at the baby and the level of amniotic fluid.  She then said, let me look for that fibroid.  She looked at it and then kept looking at the baby.  My perinatologist then said, “Wait a minute…I didn’t see this before…it looks like necrosis (death of the tumor).”  She left and got another doctor to review the image and said, “Hmmm that’s strange we were looking for that sign while you were in the hospital.  The tumor is dying.”  I was too stunned to even realize the magnitude of what she was saying.  The same tumor that I had laid my hands on and told to shrink and die in the name of Jesus was doing just that. 

When I had initially been discharged from the hospital I was informed that there was nothing that could be done about the fibroid.  It was going to continue to fight for its own blood supply and emit hormones to make my uterus contract…so that it would not have to share blood with the ordained resident of my womb, my son Elijah.  I had been told that I would just have to suffer through it until it was safe for the baby to be delivered.  I thought, Lord, I know you would not have me suffer like this as I prepare to bring another one of your children into this world.

What was the revelation, that I was supposed to speak to the issues facing me and not speak about them.  As women we spend so much time going back and forth with our friends and loved ones talking…and talking…and talking some more about issues in our lives.  We seldom realize that we should focus more on speaking to the issues that are affecting us and not flapping our gums about our challenges…I choose to say challenges rather than problems and they are often used to propel us to the next level, if we are willing to listen and obey.

My challenge to all of you ladies is…speak to your issues in 2005.  This is the time of year when we reflect on upcoming goals and resolutions that we have set for ourselves.  Instead of merely setting resolutions or half-heartedly setting goals, I’m encouraging you to speak to your current situations and speak those things that are not as though they were.  You have the power within you.