My Child, The Deliverer (Part 3)


Well here we are on the third installment of what is becoming Eli‘s testimony. This child is already speaking to people and doesn’t even know it yet. I have had more people stop me, talk to me, email me, and call me than ever before. People I don’t even know. I received a heart wrenching message last night from a girl I went to high school with. She told me the was diagnosed with something (I can’t remember exactly the term) but it caused her not to be able to have children and she wants one desperately. It broke my heart. This girl was one of the sweetest girls I had met in high school – and to deprive someone of a longing like that just doesn’t seem fair. But our God is still on His throne and can allow her to carry and bare a child. She said she had lost all hope until reading these blogs. Sometimes, when done in the right state of heart, sharing your trials can be life altering to someone else 🙂

Part 1 & Part 2 can be read here.

Part 3 begins with the doctor’s appointment on Tuesday. This was a scheduled appointment but ended up being a follow-up appointment as well from the hospital visit 2 days prior. We walked in the office, signed in and waited. It was our turn – we made our way back and I gave a urine specimen as I had for every other visit. (Sorry – but it’s vital to the story, lol) We sat in a room waiting for our nurse/doctor to come in laughing with each other about models sitting on the counter and posters on the walls, making light of yet another appointment where I will have to give blood again. Shane knew I was nervous. The nurse/doctor finally comes in with a perplexed look on her face and begins questioning me on how I found out I was pregnant, why I think I am pregnant, etc… I filled her in on the blood test from my primary care physician. She told us she would need a copy of those. Finally we asked why all the questions… my pregnancy test via urine was negative. (How’s that for trying to burst our bubble!) The nurse/doctor finished the physical exam and sent us to a separate building for blood work.

Oh, the blood work. Giving blood for the 7th time in 3 weeks… so NOT my favorite thing! They drew 10 viles of blood for a prenatal panel and for another quantitative blood test. (This is the number that keeps increasing during pregnancy).  Now we just waited for results.

On Wednesday afternoon around 4:45pm, I called the office to find out the results. They told me I needed to come in tomorrow for some more blood work that my levels didn’t increase like they wanted. Without thinking, I hung up the phone to call my husband and my boss about leaving work early. No specifics were discussed except they would perform a progesterone and thyroid test.

On Thursday, I went to the OB office for my paperwork (which wasn’t ready) and then to the same building to have my blood drawn (for the 8th time! HA) . Except, the lab told me I couldn’t have it done here this time (something regarding it being after 3pm) I had to go to yet a different building. So off I went – not an easy trek in stilettos! ha I signed in and waited what seemed liked eternity. The receptionist called my name and when she saw me said, “Haven’t you already been here once today?” I replied, “No ma’am.” She said, “I swear I saw you.” “Nope!” I said laughing. While in her office I asked her about a diagnosis code on my paperwork. She explained they have to put a diagnosis code to match what blood work is being done. So I asked her what mine was? (I didn’t put two and two together til now) but she said “You can come around and read it, but I’m not speaking it”. As I walked around her desk, her computer screen read “SPONTANEOUS ABORTION”. They were trying to say I was miscarrying. My response? “My Jesus will prevail. I’m not worried about it”. To my shock and awe the receptionist said – “Say it again!” I repeated myself. I was able to share my story thus far – she stood in agreement with me for Elijah.

The woman actually drawing my blood came around the corner to get me and said the exact same thing the receptionist did! “Haven’t you already been here once today?” I replied, “No ma’am” while laughing again. “I know I have seen you” the nurse said. FAVOR! THAT IS FAVOR!!!!! I was able to share my story with her as well and SHE TOO stood in agreement with me for Elijah.

I called Shane as I was leaving and he asked if I had found out my levels from Tuesday (the reason they were bringing me back in on Thursday). He asked me to call – the results? Sunday I was at 656. Tuesday I was at 525. I had dropped 131 points in my blood count. But I still wasn’t worried. To take another physical step of faith, Shane ordered half the nursery (the other half is on back order so we couldn’t order it)

You think this story can’t get better but it’s totally about to blow your mind…

Church began like every other service at 7pm on a Thursday evening. The Spirit was there, moving and dancing, filling people up. I stood on my front row pew with eyes shut and hands raised and heard a message being given in tongues. (See … for reference). When the interpretation came I fell forward sobbing harder than I have ever sobbed. (This is paraphrased because I can’t remember it verbatim).

“I am who I am I am. Remember the things I have spoken to you. My hand will prevail no matter what”.

WOW! God spoke to us! About Elijah. I can’t explain how you know it’s for your except, you literally just know. So did people in our church. Not too long after that a second message was given in tongues! Again for us! The interpretation? (Again paraphrased)

“I am who I am who I am. Do not listen to the test results for I have spoken. It is done!”

Honestly, what more can I say than that? I was told by someone who sees in the spirit realm, God himself stood up on the second message – pointing in anger because of what people (doctors I’m assuming) were saying. We went home in absolute awe of what God had done for us.

We received the results from Thursday’s tests. The nurse told me “your levels have continued to drop and you are currently miscarrying”. I kindly said, “I’m sorry but I don’t believe you.”  God spoke… Do not believe the tests. So we aren’t 🙂 Elijah is coming regardless of what the enemy is trying. He WILL speak to the nations, he WILL grow to a young Samuel and he WILL be a prophet and deliverer for the Lord. God’s nourishing HIS child. Eli is God’s son — not ours.

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4 thoughts on “My Child, The Deliverer (Part 3)

  1. Brittany, God is Who He is, Does what He says, and HIS will be done. Continue in the faith.
    Have been praying for you continuously, for your body to be strengthened for Little Elijah.
    Love and many prayers, Nanny

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