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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Soul (07/13/06)

By Maryolyn Payne


Psalm 100: 3 KJV Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us . . .


The telephone rang around nine.


“It’s time!!! We are on our way to Memorial Hospital.”

“How is Deanna feeling? Is everything well?”

“Everything is going like is supposed to. Her water broke, and contractions are about every six minutes.”

“How’s daddy doing?”

“Nervous, but fine.”

“Fantastic! We’ll be there soon.”

Words were inadequate about how we felt over our first grandchild. What better gift is there than new birth? This would be a glorious day. I prayed, “Dear Lord, thank you for this wonderful time of birth. Please be with each of the parents and with the baby, protect and keep them safe. In Jesus name.”

Arriving at the hospital I asked “How are things going, David?”

“The doctor has just been here. It seems that everything is going well. In a few minutes I’m sure you will be able to see her.”

“Wow, this is so-o-o exciting.”

“It is one of the happiest days of our life.”

“Yes, and it is one of the best occurrences of our life too. How much better can it get than that? We can hardly wait.”

Tom, my husband, stood quietly as usual. He was just as excited as the rest of us. He just didn’t express it in the same way. Giving him a hug, I said, “We have all waited nine months for this. Hopefully the delivery will go better than the first few months. Remember how sick she was with morning sickness? I’m glad the best is almost upon us.”

“What a time we will have. What’s the old saying? Spoil them and send them home?” He grinned.

A few hours passed; the time seemed long. Things were not moving as quickly as we had hoped. The pains were closer and stronger. Deanna was tiring. “Watch them closely and if things don’t start happening soon call me back,” Dr. Stein instructed. He had been delivering babies all night and all day. He desperately needed some sleep. More time passed and no baby and a very weary mother.

“Honey, we are praying; everything will be OK.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

At one point only David was permitted in her room.

Later David came to us looking forlorn. “There seems to be a few complications. The doctor will come if things don’t change soon.”

My heart anguished. God only had the power needed. Going in to the rest room, locking the door, I fell to my knees. I pleaded with God, “Please, Dear God, Be with my daughter and son-in-law. Please protect this child that is loved so much. Please keep watch over them and give the doctor wisdom . . . I don’t know what all else I said or how long I stayed in prayer.

We all kept an eye on the door, hoping David would come and say, “All was well. Jamie is here.” Minutes turned into what seemed forever.

David did return again. “The doctor is on his way. Deanna has developed an infection and fever. They will do a C section immediately.”

Back to the rest room. “Dear God, you are in control of everything. You know that this child is very much wanted, while other uncaring people have abortions every few minutes. The rest of us love this child. I ask you to intervene. Glorify Yourself please. Thank you, in Jesus name.” Remaining there for a while I found peace that He truly was in control, knowing well what to do.

David came back beaming. “Jamie is here. Both are doing well. In a few minutes you will be able to see her. Deanna will stay here for a couple of days, returning to feed Jamie in ICU. They want to make sure she won’t develop meningitis. They will place a needle in her little head giving injections of antibiotics.”

I quickly returned to my peculiar place of prayer. “Thank you, Lord,” while weeping tears of joy. God indeed had used His power to intervene. How could we ever say thank you enough?

We watched while they held up our beautiful little granddaughter. What a joy!!!

Once restored to health, after a week in ICU, they brought her home from the hospital.

In her early years she was instrumental in bringing her parents to the Lord. The Lord is the giver of life both in the physical and the spiritual.

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Allison Egley 07/21/06
I like how in the end the daughter ended up giving life to her parents. I would expand on that a little more though, rather than just saying she was instrumental in bringing them to the Lord. Explain how that happened. I'm glad there was a happy ending.
Marilee Alvey07/22/06
Yes, I, too, would make more of a connection into the blessing of that birth because God used her to bless her parents. Don't get so involved in the story, however meaningful and beautiful, that you miss a great takeaway! That having been said, I really enjoyed the story. You built up the drama well and I breathed a sigh of relief for you when it was all over!
Helen Paynter07/25/06
Compelling story - I was holding my breath to see what would happen. SMall point - I think at times your dialogue sounds a little unnatural eg 'Yes, and it is one of the best occurrences of our life too. ' Otherwise, good story (I guess the ending was curtailed a bit by that pesky word limit!)