Fifteen years ago I found out it was likely I would never have children due to chemically-induced menopause after fifteen months of chemotherapy at age seventeen. I remember a time not long after that when I felt like God was telling me to trust Him. This new challenge would later give Him yet another opportunity for a miracle.
In July 2008, I went to the ER in severe pain and discovered I was pregnant! But the pregnancy was ectopic (tubal). My promise had been given and taken away in the same instant.
When we got home from the hospital, Nate settled me on the couch and then went out onto the deck to water our plants. A few moments later he came back into the house, carrying my favorite plant, a wrinkly old prickly pear cactus. Why that plant? Because to our surprise it had bloomed! It had never bloomed before. The blooms were these amazing, delicate, tissue-paper flowers: yellow with bright pink and orange center. They were absolutely stunning, but they only lasted for a day. Then they were gone. So 15 years later, my prickly pear cactus became God’s little messenger and turned into an extension of the promise. It was only there for a day but it was real, and it was beautiful, and it was my own little celebration of life! I knew that God had given me that flower to remind me that He was right there, even when things didn’t make much sense.
I wrote in a letter to my family at the time, “I am thankful for a life full of miracles, and look forward to more to come!” In March 2009 we discovered again I was pregnant.
Although the doctors were concerned that it could be another ectopic and were keeping a close eye on me, Nate and I chose to embrace this gift from God. Whether it would last for a day, a week, or a lifetime, we would embrace it with our whole hearts.
Imagine our excitement when I was finally far enough along to see something in an ultrasound. The ultrasound tech said, “I want to show you something,” and suddenly, beautifully, there on the screen were not one, but two perfect little peas. We were having twins!
Today Addie and Asher are 19 months old and we are now expecting Baby #3 this August!
Incidentally, last November, Nate reminded me that on that prickly pear cactus there were THREE perfect blooms – our “little-big- hug” from heaven.
Again I say, I am so thankful for a life full of miracles, and I look forward to more to come!
Written by Wendy Lyons
Reprinted with permission from Heart2Heart Newsletter, New Life Center, Bridgeton, Missouri. Subscribe at Heart2Heartnewsletter@hotmail.com