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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Birth (infancy) (08/20/09)

TITLE: Life After Birth


“He knit you together in my womb, little one … He knit you together in my womb …
“And even before that, He’d planned you!”
The tears were coursing down Samantha’s cheeks, as she looked towards the door the nurses were wheeling her newborn son through. Apparently, his Apgar score had not been good.
But how could that be? Dr Swanzen had assured her that her pregnancy had progressed swimmingly! Surely God wouldn’t have brought her baby boy this far, only to let him die once he’d seen the light of day?
She breathed in deeply and reached for the hand of her husband, who was about to follow the nurses out of the delivery room. They needed to pray before anything else took place.
David looked at her with angst-filled eyes.
“Are you ok?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” she said, “I just think we ought to pray for the baby, before we do anything else.”
“Good idea.”
And with just the thought having been expressed, a calm fell over both of them.
“Abba, PLEASE, PLEASE don’t let Jacob die. God …” And with that, her voice broke, so David stepped in.
“We ask that You would spare our son; if You see fit to do so …”
Sam began to sob. Why, why in the world should He not see fit to do so? He’d created the child. Surely there was a plan and purpose that could not so easily be dismissed? Why go through all the trouble of perfecting him for nine months, only to take him away, once he’d arrived?
Sam remembered having read that human beings used more adrenalin in the process of being born than at any other point in their respective lives!
That said something about strength and survival of the fittest, didn’t it?
Her boy, her Jacob, had come into the world eager to live and fight! God wouldn’t let a healthy little fighter like her son die; He couldn’t!
Samantha’s mind reeled with the horror of the possibility that Jacob might not make it. Her baby boy, the apple of her eye, her firstborn son!
Then the phrase struck a chord with her: Firstborn Son.
God’s purpose for little Jacob didn’t have to end if he died.
God’s purpose for our salvation had been fulfilled with the death of His firstborn son, Jesus. Because death had ultimately been defeated with His passing.
Passing, yes! What a fitting word! For Jesus had passed from death into life. And because of this, He was LIFE, to whoever accepted His offer of salvation.
Life would always triumph, in every situation a believer faced, because Jesus would always be victorious.
With the victory at Calvary, He’d secured the victory eternal for all of His followers.
And Jacob certainly fit that category.
Not only because the kingdom of heaven belonged to children, but also because the faith of his parents ensured that he was sanctified.
His life had started in the womb, and whether it continued on earth or in heaven, the fact was that it would continue. The scriptures taught that He set eternity in our hearts. That included the littlest of hearts.
There would be no cessation of existence for her child. Only overwhelming love. Whether provided by Jesus in person, or through the gift of a mother’s gentle touch.
Samantha found herself enveloped in peace, as she tuned into the last part of her husband’s prayer.
“If we have to face life without him, we thank You for Your promise to carry and be with us. Thank You that You will sustain us, and enable us to not lose hope. Amen.”
David then turned to his ashen wife, “It’s going to be ok, sweetheart. You’ll see.”
She smiled, “I know. Whatever the outcome, he’ll have Life.”
As David gave his wife’s hand a squeeze, before he had the chance to leave the room and see where the nurses had wheeled his infant son, one of the said nurses came in.
A herald of hope or heartache.
“Your baby is going to live.”
David beamed, “Thank you.”
As Nurse Julia left the room, she heard Samantha say something about there never having been any doubt.

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Lisa Johnson08/29/09
Well written story of hope in the face of possible death, and the LIFE we have in Christ.
Jacob Gibson09/19/09
Hi Alexia! Thank you very much for your critique, it was definitely helpful and accurate. (I did wonder at first if I should make him a little afraid of death at the start even though he wasn't right before he died. Maybe I'll change that.)*****

Wow, you wrote a good story here. I was a little surprised when I cam across the name Jacob, even though it's a popular name right now. The ending was such a relief and I didn't expect it to turn out that way. But even if it did turn out tragic, you provided some hopeful and comforting thoughts for people who may have gone/are going through something like this. My mom had a baby who died before I was born and I know someone else who recently had a failed pregnancy, so it probably happens more than I think.*****

I don't have much for advice; the article is written quite well. You could put spaces between paragraphs to make it easier to read so everything isn't squished together. And I'm little unsure what to think about the part that says the faith of his parents ensured that he was sanctified. I personally believe that every child that dies before the age of accountability will go to Heaven because they didn't have a choice and understanding of salvation. Maybe I misunderstood you though?*****

Great work and God bless! I hope you'll write more.
Jacob Gibson09/21/09
Ah, thanks for explaining that. Sorry I misunderstood you. I'm also sorry I replied this way but i didn't know if you had private messenger or not. (Before I had it I kept getting notifications of letters that I couldn't read and it drove me nuts!) I'm still a little unsure about how to portray Stephen, but in the song I gave him a small moment of fear just so others could relate better. God bless.