9th Aug 2019
On the 9th Aug 2019, I remembered telling a group of friend a verse.
“Children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband’s will, but born of God.”
John 1:13 NIV
I am always feel contented and felt blessed by having two kids, and I always wanted three kids, since secondary school.The hubs did not agree, he always found that two was enough.
When I moved over to the new house in Feb 2019, I felt the house was too small and I decided that two was good enough.
In August, I was praying, as something in my life wasn't smooth. I remembered God said telling me I was pregnant. I put two hands on my tummy and and laughed it off. By the end of the August, I suspected I was pregnant, but shake it off because I thought it was not possible.
6 Sept 2019
I went for a health check up, happily tick yes to not pregnant, did the X-ray and pelvic ultrasound, to realise that I was pregnant.
I was shocked, I mean I know I had to keep the baby. Suddenly, I was worried about the house, the school, the finances. the logistic of sending them to school. The thoughts keep floating, even one my friend felt something was wrong, he called me to check in on me.
I sat a restaurant, eating and stoning away, before texting my husband. My husband thought I was pranking him. As from time to time, I will announce I was pregnant and checked on my husband's reaction. My acting skills must be rather good, because those times, he had to look twice at my face to know if I was faking it. However, on the 6th Sept 2020, he couldn't tell because I texted him.
9th Sept 2019
Three days later, my hubby and I went to the clinic to do a pregnancy test, he really thought I was kidding. And the reality sank it, when the results were positive. By then, he was laughing together with me.
Back track to 8th Aug 2019
Remembering me laughing at God talking to me, prior to this, I even had alcohol to drink. Raphael is really a survivor.
Fast forward to 6th Oct 2019 again, I was crying badly because work pressure and some personal issue. God sent me this message :
Genesis 16:11
The Angel of the Lord also said to her, " You are now pregnant and you will give birth to a son. You shall name him Ishmael, For the Lord has hear of your misery."
It was amazing how God speaks, and how his words came in timely and that he has heard me. Ishmael meant "God hears." I told everybody that this is a son, not in my pregnant belly shape but in faith that He has told me.
I named him Raphael because it meant God heals. :)
On the 9th Aug 2019, I remembered telling a group of friend a verse.
“Children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband’s will, but born of God.”
John 1:13 NIV
I am always feel contented and felt blessed by having two kids, and I always wanted three kids, since secondary school.The hubs did not agree, he always found that two was enough.
When I moved over to the new house in Feb 2019, I felt the house was too small and I decided that two was good enough.
In August, I was praying, as something in my life wasn't smooth. I remembered God said telling me I was pregnant. I put two hands on my tummy and and laughed it off. By the end of the August, I suspected I was pregnant, but shake it off because I thought it was not possible.
6 Sept 2019
I went for a health check up, happily tick yes to not pregnant, did the X-ray and pelvic ultrasound, to realise that I was pregnant.
I was shocked, I mean I know I had to keep the baby. Suddenly, I was worried about the house, the school, the finances. the logistic of sending them to school. The thoughts keep floating, even one my friend felt something was wrong, he called me to check in on me.
I sat a restaurant, eating and stoning away, before texting my husband. My husband thought I was pranking him. As from time to time, I will announce I was pregnant and checked on my husband's reaction. My acting skills must be rather good, because those times, he had to look twice at my face to know if I was faking it. However, on the 6th Sept 2020, he couldn't tell because I texted him.
9th Sept 2019
Three days later, my hubby and I went to the clinic to do a pregnancy test, he really thought I was kidding. And the reality sank it, when the results were positive. By then, he was laughing together with me.
Back track to 8th Aug 2019
Remembering me laughing at God talking to me, prior to this, I even had alcohol to drink. Raphael is really a survivor.
Fast forward to 6th Oct 2019 again, I was crying badly because work pressure and some personal issue. God sent me this message :
Genesis 16:11
The Angel of the Lord also said to her, " You are now pregnant and you will give birth to a son. You shall name him Ishmael, For the Lord has hear of your misery."
It was amazing how God speaks, and how his words came in timely and that he has heard me. Ishmael meant "God hears." I told everybody that this is a son, not in my pregnant belly shape but in faith that He has told me.
I named him Raphael because it meant God heals. :)
