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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Encouragement (among believers) (11/08/07)

TITLE: A Prayer for a Babe From the Mouth of a Babe
By Christina Shelley
11/12/07


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I wanted a baby sister. This is the clearest way to describe a huge childhood hope. At the age of nine, God granted my request (this is the clearest way to describe the result). However, before doing so, He tested the "childlike" faith of a nine year old girl-- and in a big way. I decided that not only did I want a baby sister, I wanted her to be a Chrstmas baby. My mother said it was a possibility, but not a sure thing. I prayed-- and raised my little hopes up as high as they would go. I believed in my heart that this little bundle would arrive at Christmas time, and left it at that. Soon, mom came home from a doctor's appointment with the news:
"The baby will come sometime in January," she said.
My lip quivered and big tears fell from my eyes. All I could say was
"No."
"I don't understand, I protested. How could it be true? I asked the 'Great Spirit' to make this a Christmas baby!!"
He is today, my Lord and Savior; but at nine years old I had not yet formed a relationship with Him, and wasn't sure how to address the one to whom I was making such a specific request. Mother tried to comfort me:
"Maybe He didn't think that was the best time," she said.
This only served to reinforce my angst: I'd hoped for something and brought it to God's attention and He ignored me!(Or so I thought). A couple weeks later, mom had another appointment... and some very different news for me when she came home:
"Guess what, she said; the doctor made a mistake last time."
I was puzzled; "Mistake?"
Mom went on to explain that her due date had been mis-calculated. He'd thought she was only about four weeks along, when, in actuallity, she was about eight weeks along! This moved her due date from the end of January to the end of December! A C-section was scheduled, and my sister Nicole was born on the twenty-second of December. We brought her home from the hospital on Chrstmas morning... with a little Santa hat on. Not only had God answered my request-- the result was far beyond anything I could ask or think. I had my little Christmas baby, and powerful evidence that my Heavenly Father had literally heard my cries. Now, as an adult, when I'm unsure if God is listening... when dark valleys seem to get darker, and I wonder if he's ignoring me... when I feel I can wait no more for him to intervene in my life, He reminds me of the answer He gave me as a babe...My sister always reminds me that God hears and answers prayer. I am encouraged time and again to think big, and know that God loves it when we take our dreams to Him and believe (Phil. 4:6).


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Karen Wilber 11/15/07
What a beautiful story. How lovely to be reminded of God's blessings every time you see your sister.

(One thing that would help the reader is some double spacing between paragraphs.)

An early Christmas present - thanks for sharing this!
Seema Bagai 11/16/07
This is a sweet story. Thanks for sharing.