A Wife Loved Like The Church

Testimony of a child, Part 5

Posted on: April 13, 2009

March 19, 2007. 

I was 4 days late. Which, in my post-birth control, post-miscarriage life meant absolutely nothing. But that night, around 9pm, I crawled into bed, complaining that I felt sick. Jonathan brushed it off, saying I’d eaten too much for dinner. Then when we realized we had had dinner 3 hours prior, he started inquiring about my cycle, if I’d started, when I was suppose to start. When I said that, technically, I was late, he suggested I take a test. I refused. I had just started to fully believe God was good, now was not the time to test that new found faith. But Jonathan insisted. He said I should take the test, but only he would look at it. 

I got up, took the test and walked away. A few minutes later, Jonathan went into the bathroom. When he came back I immediately asked about the results. He wouldn’t say. All he said was “Sarah, is God good? Where are you putting your trust?”. He had me promise that I would take another test and that I would wait.

So I waited.

All week.

Every day, multiple times a day, I asked Jonathan the results. Each time he said “Sarah, is God good? Where are you putting your trust? Does yes make God any better than no?”

It was a constant check on my heart. Was He good? Each time I had to answer, yes, God is good, because He had promised He would be, even if that promise looked differently than I expected.

By that weekend I was noticing changes. Changes I never had, even with my cycle. Jonathan, four of my girlfriends, and I went to Des Moines for a night in celebration of my 25th birthday. I kept asking Jonathan, the entire trip, if I was pregnant. At one point he went so far as to say he’d forgotten the results. 

March 25. 

I was turning 25. My golden birthday. We rode to church that morning with our friend, Brittney. The whole drive, Jonathan sat in the back, humming a tune, in a world of his own. I remember Brittney and I making fun of him. It was a beautiful spring morning, and most people were standing out side, enjoying the warm weather. At some point, Jonathan came up and asked me to come with him into the building. I followed him into a room off the sanctuary, where 5 of my closest friends sat in a neat little row. Jonathan explained that they were going to sing me “Happy Birthday”, but a new version Jonathan had made up, special for my 25th.

Honestly, I don’t remember many of the words. Golden birthday, special, something, something. All that sticks out is the last sentence: “And you’re having a baby”. I’m sure the look on my face was utter shock. I looked at Jonathan for reassurance, he nodded yes. I hugged him and immediately wept. Not tears of sadness, but for the first time, in a very long time, tears of complete joy.

God had finally said yes.

4 Responses to "Testimony of a child, Part 5"

yeah, i remember this day… mostly we were all completely confused that jonathan knew and you did not! 🙂

Happy golden birthday!
Happy golden birthday!
Twenty-five and counting!

Happy golden birthday!
Happy golden birthday!
You’re having a baby!

Thanks Amanda! I knew you’d remember the song! 🙂

sarah what a precious precious husband wow! seriously thanks for writing your story

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