What’s Your Major?

My seventh grandchild was recently born; 5th grandson, and was so gladly welcomed and surrounded with love. It is a wonderful thing to experience in reality the truth of God’s promise to see my children’s children. And even more wonderful to enjoy the privilege of being part of their lives and helping to instill an understanding of the reality of God and His great love and desire for relationship.

I drove the car to take Mom (my daughter) and Dad to the hospital.  We prayed while riding and covered the coming experience with His Presence and gave thanks for the perfect timing of God’s releasing Major into the earth.  Upon arrival and settling in, it seemed that all was going to proceed without a hitch. And that was the case for the better part of the day.  Water had broken at 4:30am and it was now 11:00am and some progress had been made. But four hours later after increasingly difficult contractions there was no further progress.  Exhaustion and discouragement were taking its toll and hospital staff were pressing to administer petocin. It was decided that this birth would progress as natural as possible long before nearing delivery so that was refused.  Another four hours of suffering and again no progress.

I suggested to Dad that in his position of spiritual authority he could command her cervix to open and tell Major to come forth! I even left the room so he would not be uncomfortable doing such a thing with someone else watching.  When I left the room I sat and prayed and sent out a distress text asking for prayer from my closest friends and family.  Faithful they are; and the battle began.  Within an hour and a half everything happened.  Dilation suddenly took place, and Major was born!  With only 3 pushes he was out and looking around and screaming his head off! But….

Then the placenta presented and behind that the fire hose of hemorrhagic blood.  Our doctor, who is a believer, gave instruction for the nurse to get two medications and she ran out of the room.  He instructed Dad to grab the baby and get over in the corner. He turned and locked eyes with me and I knew from the fear on his face and the cry of his eyes that he was saying, “Pray!” And pray I did.  I walked around to the head of the bed and put my hands on my daughter’s head and began to pray in the Spirit. She had laid her head back and shut her eyes. She looked up at me briefly and weakly said, “Pray Mama, I don’t want to leave them.”

She was worked on for about 25 minutes and finally the flood was abated. Glory be to God who is always faithful.

As usual, when things are happening I become very focused and do what needs to be done and essentially shut down emotionally so that I am not distracted by feelings. It is later that I fall apart, once everything is okay.

The next morning upon awaking the first thought in my mind was of a conversation with Major’s older brother, Zion, who is very spiritually perceptive.  At the dinner table a couple of weeks prior he had asked me, “Nana, when my Mom’s gone who will be my mother?” I, of course being clueless answered, “What do you mean honey, your Mom’s not going anywhere.”  He said, “When she’s in heaven, who will be my mother?” I assured him that nothing was going to happen to his Mom and even if something did ever happen that I would take care of him.  I told him that I would always be Nana but I would take care of him and never let anyone take him away.  He seemed satisfied with that answer and never said anything else about it.

I even asked his Mom if they had talked about anything that he may have overheard but she was sure they had not. After the hospital experience I realized that he was sensing in the Spirit what the enemy had planned. And though he shared it, I missed it, because I didn’t understand what was being said.  God is always faithful to watch over us and alot of times gives us the information we need to overcome the enemy.  I have determined in my heart to be more attentive to His Voice no matter how it presents.

Major is not only a beautiful gift but is also a wonderful lesson in walking through the sufferings of life while being attentive to the Spirit and alert to the wiles of the enemy who is always skulking around trying to find a way to have expression. May he never find an opening!

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