Philippians 4:6 states, “Be anxious for nothing; but in every thing by prayers and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God”.
On my desk at work, I have a sticky note posted that simply reads, “Phil 4-6” that I use as a daily reminder to “worry about nothing, pray about everything”. I am a worrier by nature, I can not help it. I worry about my family, my students, our country, everything and anything in between.
However, I have always turned my worries, my fears, and my insecurities over to God. HE has yet to let me down. April 25, 2012 and the weeks following was a time that I relied on my Savior more then ever before. I was pregnant with our first child, I was 32 ½ weeks pregnant. I was at work and just sat down at my desk, when my cell phone rang. It was my doctor calling to tell me that I needed to let my superintendent know that I was going to have to leave and that I would not be finishing out the school year. I was to go home, pack a bag and head to the hospital. I was a nervous wreck. The doctor told me that I had HELLP syndrome (very serious type of preeclampsia). I phoned my husband and told him to meet me at home. By the time, I got there he had our bag packed. We both grabbed our bible on the way out. All the way to the hospital we prayed that everything was going to be okay and that our son was going to be ok. We arrived out our local hospital and were told we would be sent to another hospital. My doctor told us that we needed to prepare meeting our son within the next 24hours.
I was scared… I was terrified, I tried to keep strong. I knew if I let one tear slip that I would lose it. I had to be strong for myself, for my husband and for our unborn son. My husband and I immediately turned to God in prayer. Let me fast forward ahead to several hours, we are at the new hospital, surrounded by family, surrounded by love, surrounded by the best support system in place, and at 4am, April 26, I kissed my husband and family and was wheeled into the operating room.
I was terrified, I allowed myself to cry, I didn’t want my family to see me like that. I remember the nurse holding my hand, I remember praying, and I remember the nurse saying a prayer, then going to sleepy land. At 4:17am, the most precious baby boy blessed our lives, 3 pounds 5 ounce and 15 inches long, a little fighter. We spent the next 3 weeks in the NICU (the nurses and doctors were amazing). Everyday, I had to remind myself, “worry about nothing, pray about everything”; in times like this it is hard to not worry. I was absolutely in love, and I was terrified, I was angry; I couldn’t understand why this happened. One thing that remained constant in the days and weeks in the NICU.. God was always there, I felt HIS presence everyday, I prayed and cried more in those three weeks then I think in my entire life.
I truly believe that God does not give us more then we can handle. I truly believe we need to seek Him even more when worry, doubt, insecurities, anything negative creeps into our heart. He will never forsake you, He loves you, and He will always be there! Hang yourself a sticky note as a daily reminder. “Worry about nothing, pray about everything”. I truly believe in the power of prayer, how can I not when I look at my miracle, my son Jackson.