I remember the day like it was yesterday, and those words still ring fresh in my ears. “I’m sorry Mrs. Jones, but she’s gone. She didn’t make it.”
My daughter, Khenedy, born almost 3 months premature was gone.
But I……I never got a chance to hold her. When I would gently touch her with my fingertips, it agitated her. “My touch…… agitated her? But I am her mother! My touch is supposed to chase all the fears away. My touch is supposed to bring her peace, comfort, and assurance. I am her mother!” I screamed from deep within my soul. The reality was – even my touch caused her discomfort, and I had to stand by, and watch helplessly as she fought to give voice to her discomfort.
She opened her mouth, but she couldn’t make a sound.
“Mommy’s here baby” I assured her repeatedly.
I could hear babies crying everywhere, but I never heard my baby cry. So – I cried for her; and, for me.
Two years prior, my doctor said I may never be able to have children. But the Lord said differently through the utterance of a prophetic word. I remember that night, still today.
My husband and I, along with other members of our congregation, traveled with our Pastor to a church where he would serve as the guest speaker. While flowing in a prophetic anointing, he asked that my husband and I step forward. He said, “the Lord is about to do something great in your lives”. I started thinking about how we needed a new car, a financial breakthrough, etc. Then, as though a light came on suddenly, he interrupted my thoughts and openly prophesied, “the baby is coming!”
We immediately surrendered to that Word, and fell out under the power of God. I believed and held on to that Word with everything in me, especially – yes, especially when my water broke prematurely and I was rushed to the hospital.
Two weeks later, she was gone. After days of making great strides (changing and flourishing) by the minute, pneumonia attacked her lungs and my baby girl was gone.
My heart was broken and the pain was indescribable, but I knew she was perfect now.
Remarkably, the death of my daughter brought many people together in unbelievable ways. There was singleness of heart among our family, friends, co-workers, and brothers and sisters in Christ. Relationships formed that are still prevalent today.
Through us and in us, the work of God and His abiding peace was on display. Christ was glorified.
One of my co-workers, whom most deem as “hard” and uncaring, was moved to embrace me with such warm affection. God uncovered something within him that no one knew existed. I think he was even surprised by his very own actions. I know it was real because I felt it.
People were touched and deeply affected by how God kept us sane. They were astonished by the supernatural peace of God that consumed and sustained us, and it genuinely changed their lives. It changed my life because God revealed Himself and allowed me to experience Him in a new and very profound way. It’s the reason I’m still here today.
My precious child was a vessel that brought such glory to God. She completed her assignment and is now resting in the presence of God. I’m content that I was chosen to carry such a treasure that will never be contaminated by this world. I am blessed and humbled that God trusted me to endure such a painful and heartbreaking experience.
Through the prophetic word of Khenedy’s imminent birth, many embraced the revealed plan of God for our lives, despite the odds. Through her conception and birth, many witnessed the work and the power of God as His Word manifested. In her death, many witnessed the abiding strength, grace and peace of God that passes all understanding. And still today, through the lives of our two children, many are witnessing the faithfulness of God.
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