A young woman had one child, but really wanted to have another one. The first child was already a miracle because doctors told her she would not get pregnant. So she thought God would again honor her request with no problem. The pregnancy came but ended in a miscarriage. And so did the next one. Had she done something wrong? She had prayed so hard, laying hands on her womb, speaking life and calling those things that weren't as though they were. But yet God had allowed death instead of life to touch her body... twice. It was her Job-like experience; a time of great pain while doing all she knew how to serve the Lord. Well-meaning church folk said that "it's just God's will," and that she should "be glad, because the baby could have been deformed." Her response was simple: if the child had abnormalities, isn't God the Almighty healer?
Through this pain, life still goes on. And so do her praises. She is not foolish enough to "curse God and die" as Job's wife suggested in his time of sorrow. She has decided to trust God that the pain is for a reason; a purpose that only He could design. When you see her lift her hands towards heaven, its not because the praise team said to do it; its because she has finally learned to surrender everything to the only one who can control it all. She's just going with the flow.
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