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Woman Struggled With Fertility. Years Later Age 3 Miracle Baby Reveals Why Pregnancy Took So Long

This post originally appeared on BarrenToBeautiful.com. It brought tears to my eyes seeing the maturity of this 3-year-old little girl. What a precious gift.

By Rebekah Fox

I was painting in the garage, and she was drawing a rainbow on the cement floor with chalk when she said, “I’m glad God gave you to me as my Mommy.”

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I wasn’t ready for it. “What?” I asked, making sure I heard her right. She tried to say it again,  but her words came out a little more awkward this time, and she said something like, “I’m happy you’re my mommy from God.”

Tears filled my eyes.

Then she prayed, “God, thank you for giving my mommy to me. And thank you (I couldn’t understand  this part.) And thank you, she makes me breakfast. And thank you we’re going to make pumpkin spagotti (biscotti). I hope it tastes good. Do you think it will taste good, God?”

Then she opened her eyes and went back to drawing her chalk mural — while my eyes blurred with tears, and a huge lump came to my throat. Where did that come from?

She’s 3…and I didn’t know her little heart could hold such gratitude. Or that it would just burst out of her, during this subtle moment in the garage. Or that she would thank God, out loud, for me, right then.

Usually, she doesn’t even want to pray out loud — even with me encouraging her. But today she felt something inside her.

Something beautiful.

Her little heart can hold more love than I often know.

Her little mind…is not so little as I think it is. She thinks far beyond what I would expect.

“Thank you, Selah,” I said, smiling. “I’m so glad God gave me you as my daughter.”

I would have hugged her right then, if my hands didn’t have white paint on them, and if there wasn’t so much junk between us on the floor. The drawers I was painting, and an old wooden chair.

“Did you have to wait a long time for me Mom?” she asked. (I have told her the story  many times, but she wanted to hear it again.)

I stepped across the junk on the floor and came a little closer to her. “Yes,” I said. “I asked God for a baby over and over again. But He didn’t give me one for a long time.”

“And when me and Daddy found out you were in my tummy, we were so happy!” I told her.

“Do you know why God took so long to give you a baby?” she said.

“No, honey,” I said. “I don’t know.”

“I know why,” she said.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because…He was making me,” she said.

He was making me.

I looked into her deep blue eyes, that seemed to know something from another world, and her blonde tossled [tousled] hair russled [rustled] in the breeze. And in that moment, she seemed a thousand years old.

He was making me.

And that answer was enough. And my heart resounded with the truth of it, “Of course He was. Of course, that’s exactly what He was doing, Dear One.”

Because now that I know her, and know how special she is — it only makes sense, that it took so long. I don’t know what God was doing with her up there. There is just something about her, that seems as if she spent a long time on God’s chest before coming to mine. Almost as if heaven didn’t want to give her up.

Selah.

And I say this with tears, to you, barren ones

Who are waiting for your baby prayers to be answered?

Who are praying every day for God to give you a baby? To give you life.

I don’t know why it’s taking so long.

I don’t know if He will give you a child through your womb, or through foster care, or adoption.

But either way…if you are waiting right now, and you don’t know why it’s taking so long.

Maybe it’s because God, the Maker and Giver of Life and every living thing…is still in the process of making your baby.

We can’t even begin to comprehend what is happening in the heavenlies, in the unseen, and what, or who, He is forming.

His ways are not like ours. His timing is not like ours.

And perhaps if He’s moving so slowly, and He’s taking so long…it’s because He’s forming something so breathtaking and beautiful…it cannot be rushed.

He is in the process of forming a masterpiece.

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And maybe one day, a little masterpiece will stand before you and say, “I know why God took so long  to give you a baby.”

And you will say, “Why?”

And they will say,

“Because…

He was making me.”

Did this story touch your heart like it did mine? So share it.

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About the Author: Rebekah Fox struggled with infertility for several years before giving birth to her daughter, Selah, in 2013. She writes to give hope to women in the midst of infertility, motherhood, and marriage on her blog www.barrentobeautiful.com. Rebekah and her husband, Brandon, live in Pennsylvania and in their downtime like to sing, songwrite, and brew the darkest coffee possible. They are expecting their second miracle this December. Connect with her on her website or Facebook.

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