Miracles Still Happen

I haven’t been writing much lately and I miss it. My time however has been consumed with the arrival of our son, Nicolas. He was born February 24th, healthy and whole.

I wasn’t supposed to be able to have kids. I was told in my early 20’s that it would be a miracle if I ever became pregnant. Well, at age 39, our miracle is currently snoozing in my arms.

I may have shared this before but eight years or so ago I had a dream that I walked into my doctor’s office wearing a green hospital gown and for the life of me, didn’t understand why I was wearing a hospital gown. The next thing I knew I was in one of the exam rooms and I was in labor.

Even in the dream I was confused as to how it was happening. Then, the doctor handed me a little blonde-haired, bright-eyed, healthy baby boy. As I looked down at him I heard a voice behind me say, “His name is Nicolas and I sent him.”

I woke up from that dream not knowing what to make of it. I thought maybe my husband and I would adopt one day and that’s what it was about. I held onto that dream in my heart all these years waiting to see exactly what God had in store and this past July when we realized I was pregnant, I knew exactly who I was carrying in my womb. Nicolas.

Dimples photography

He looks just as I remember him. He has blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

On my 38th birthday I made a promise to myself to be in my best health by the time I was 40. I’ve always tried to live a healthy lifestyle but had some health issues hindering my efforts. Through prayer I found and switched my way of eating to a Ketogenic lifestyle. When I did, all of those health issues dissappeared. Within two weeks my bloodwork was normal again and I felt like a new person. We’ve never looked back and keep moving forward. You can read about that journey here.

I had read that Keto helped many women with infertility issues but it never crossed my mind that it would be the same for me. I had it stuck in my head that I would never have kids and had accepted that a long time ago. However, my daily prayers over my health of being healed and whole…well, I was healed of everything and made completely whole. When God does something, He does it right.

He’s only 13 days old but I don’t know if I will ever not feel overwhelmed holding him…not just holding him but knowing I am holding a promise from God. I get to hold a promise that God showed me over eight years ago after believing for almost 20 years that it was impossible.

If God can do this, He can do anything. There are things I’m believing Him for right now that seem truly impossible but I’m reminded with each feeding, each diaper change, each cry, each smile, each coo, each look, that with God all things are possible.

Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations.
Jeremiah 1:5 KJV

But Jesus beheld them, and said unto them, With men this is impossible; but with God all things are possible.
Matthew 19:26 KJV



If you read my post from yesterday you will know I am attempting to start my mornings in true Wigglesworth fashion. This morning, I slept right through my alarm to the point when I actually heard it, I thought it was the first time it was going off. It was the third.


I didn’t beat myself up over sleeping past my alarm. I just sighed and thought, “Well, I’ll try again tomorrow.” I got up and made the bed in the dark because I wasn’t ready for artificial light just yet. I thought to myself that I would just go ahead and take over making breakfast in the kitchen where my husband was on time as usual but then I stopped and said, “NO. I may have slept late but I can still praise God at 6:30 a.m. like I planned to at 6 a.m.!”


I stood in the space between the end of the bed and our closet doors, closed my eyes, looked up and said, “Thank you God for another day,” as I raised my hands in worship to him. I didn’t bounce this morning or dance but I waved my arms enough to create a breeze around myself. I reached for Him. I gave thanks to Him. I smiled. I normally don’t smile until 11 a.m. on a typical day – after I’ve had my coffee and I’ve been awake a few hours. This morning I was smiling before 7 a.m. Who am I?


I noticed before I even walked out of the bedroom that I felt different. I noticed that I could feel my blood moving through my body instead of sludging its way around my arteries. Literally, a minute – 60 seconds – of praising God first thing in the morning had me feeling different.


Even the dog, who is 17 years old and gives the big `ole Disney eyes to be picked up and put back in the bed after she’s dragged out of it for her morning walk, was trotting down the hallway. She was ready to play! Who is this dog?


The atmosphere around me was different and was affecting things around me. That made me smile even more.


I finished cooking our breakfast and we sat down to eat. My husband and I pray together every morning before we eat so I took his hand and started with my typical everyday prayer.


“Lord, thank you for our hou—“


I stopped. My husband and I both looked up at each other and he looked just as shocked as I did. Staring at each other I said, “I don’t know where that came from but I’ll go with it! Lord, thank you for our house!”


Then we both put our heads down and I finished with the blessing over our food.


I was laughing when we looked up again. I really had no intention of praying that first line but it came out of my mouth. My husband jokingly said, “It’s like praying with Elmer Fudd this morning.”


A couple of weeks ago I started reading and listening to Terri Savelle Foy’s book/CD set “Imagine Big” and using the Dreams and Goal journal that came with it to start writing down the desires we have had in our hearts. A good friend gave me this Book/CD kit and it has lit a fire under me like I’ve never had before. These are things I knew but wasn’t applying and this kit is exactly what I needed to jump-start our goals.


It also encouraged me to start a private Pinterest board of our dreams. One of the pins I have on there is a picture of the house that my husband and I both desire. It’s a beautiful house. It makes me smile every time I look at the picture. There is ministry purpose behind this home as well which is for another blog post sometime in the future. When I prayed this morning and those words came out of my mouth, that house was in my mind. I already know it’s ours. We have no idea where it’s at. There are pine trees in the picture, which makes me happy. It’s on a lake, which makes me smile. It’s going to be an amazing sanctuary for us one day.


We’ve been asking God a lot of questions lately about our future. We haven’t been getting much back as far as answers go but we have been instructed by the Holy Spirit to do what we know to do and just keep giving thanks. Each day we get up and do what we know to do. This morning, I waved at God for a minute. He confirmed with my own words that He’s preparing that house for us.


What are you believing God for? Healing? Ministry help? Finances? Whatever it is, write it down. Find scripture to back it up. Thank God for it and walk in it like you already have it. He is the Provider. Our Pastor’s wife said the other day at mid-week service, “They didn’t shout after the walls of Jericho fell, they shouted before!”


Shout your walls down!


Joshua 6:16 (KJV)

And it came to pass at the seventh time, when the priests blew with the trumpets, Joshua said unto the people, Shout; for the Lord hath given you the city.


Joshua 6:20 (KJV)

So the people shouted when the priests blew with the trumpets: and it came to pass, when the people heard the sound of the trumpet, and the people shouted with a great shout, that the wall fell down flat, so that the people went up into the city, every man straight before him, and they took the city.