Tuesday, December 31st, 2019
“He gives the childless woman a family, making her a happy mother. Praise the Lord!” Psalms 113:9 On Sunday, February 1, 2015, right after service at Epic Church in San Francisco, Don and I met with a Bible study group to introduce ourselves and prepare for the weekly meetings (we had signed up several weeks prior). In the church lobby as the group gathered, we were told that Mrs. Margaret Collins will host us “upstairs” and we were led to a condo high up at the Four Seasons on Market Street. Soon we found ourselves seated around a large table, nine of us all together.
As we went around the table introducing ourselves and talking about why we joined the group, it became clear that Mrs. Collins was just as curious about us as we were about her. Time went by quickly and the group dispersed, joyfully looking forward to our first official meeting the next Sunday. As the two of us were about to leave, Mrs. Collins invited us to see the view from her condo; she also showed us some of the framed pictures, telling us about her family. Then she asked us if we had any children. The answer was: “No, we don’t. We just had a miscarriage a few days ago.” Our answer must have been as unexpected as her question. With deep sympathy she offered to pray for us. She even asked if she could pray for Don to be filled with the Holy Spirit. The tears were streaming down my face by now, and as she prayed over us in the Spirit, we poured out our sorrow to the Lord. Mrs. Collins looked at us and matter-of-factly told us that the Lord will give us children and grandchildren of our own. She explained that sometimes the Lord downloads information to her. I did not doubt that God could speak through her. What surprised me most was that Mrs. Collins specifically mentioned “your own.” She had no idea that we had already spent several years and tens of thousands of dollars on medical procedures and that we were advised by a medical director at Stanford to consider saving up for adoption. Having children of our own seamed as impossible—then in our early forties—as Abraham and Sarah having a son in their nineties.
It was now past noon and Mrs. Collins graciously invited us to lunch at a nearby restaurant. She shared with us how God had answered many of her prayers over the years and we also shared our faith stories. With renewed faith and hope we parted ways.
In March we were in a service at another church and the Lord spoke through a prophet that God will heal my heart and my life will have a new start. My sister, upon hearing about it, immediately said: God will give you a baby.
In late July we got some promising news from the Stanford clinic—lab results were looking great! By late November the clinic confirmed that we were expecting! The next February, a year after meeting Mrs. Collins, we were ready to share the good news with family and friends. Everyone was thankful to God for His great gift.
On July 23, 2016 we were blessed with a healthy and lively baby boy! Today Timmy is an ordinary preschooler with an extraordinary story. He knows that God created him in answer to many prayers. Don and I now fully understand how God’s word can become flesh: what was only a word on February 1, 2015, is now a little boy, full of life and curiosity.