He's Alive

He’s Alive

My grace is sufficient for you, for my strength is made perfect in weakness. 2 Corinthians 12:9

“Pregnant!” The word jolted me as I listened to the nurse’s voice on the other end of the line. I was thirty-eight years old. To be honest, confidence in my ability to mother was growing pale as we headed down the pathway toward parenting two teenagers. And now God wanted me to do this again?

I decided to keep the news quiet as long as possible. I felt embarrassment mixed with panic, and needed time to get used to the idea. I didn’t want the attention and dreaded the inevitable question: “Was this planned?” At the same time, I felt guilty when I thought of the many who longed for a child and found themselves grieving with empty arms.

A few weeks later, Easter Sunday found us visiting my parents’ church. I felt as green as the dress I wore. God must have smiled as the service began. He had a special surprise just for me, one I would carry with me for a long time. It came in the form of a song, one written by Bill and Gloria Gaither when they, too, were expecting a baby.

This child can face uncertain days because He Lives!

I can face tomorrow . . . I know He holds the future . . .*

Tears sprang to my eyes as I squeezed my husband’s hand. The resurrection of Jesus . . . Of course! Because He lives, I could trust Him with our future and the future of our tiny secret, fearfully and wonderfully growing deep inside me.

We named our baby Elisabeth Grace so we would remember God’s promise in 2 Corinthians 12:9: My grace is sufficient for you . . .

Now a freshman in high school and taller than her adult sisters, Elisabeth is among our most precious blessings. How could I have ever doubted God’s wisdom? That Easter morning has a hallowed place in my heart. God’s faithfulness during that time has given me courage to face other challenges far more difficult and daunting.

Not long ago, Elisabeth said to me, “I’m glad my middle name is Grace.” I couldn’t trust my voice to answer, but gave her a wobbly smile.

Me too, Elisabeth. Me too.

​* Copyright by William J. Gaither, 1971.

imageSarah Lynn Phillips and her husband, Barry, live in Northeastern Pennsylvania and have three daughters. Their family has recently expanded to eight, including a baby grandson named Ty. Sarah is a freelance writer and editor of The Women’s LINK, a seasonal church and community newsletter. Her blog, PENNED WITHOUT INK (www.sarahlynnphillips.blogspot.com) reflects times when God’s ultimate story reaches our stories. We each have a life story, penned without ink, read by the people around us. Who’s writing your story?

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