Finally I’m here. Yes, I know you’ve been looking for me. It’s okay you don’t have to act like you haven’t been checking to see if I’ve blogged or not. Lol! I know you have. So here I am…
It’s definitely been one roller coaster since #3NITSP. I know I owe you pictures. I put a few up on my instagram page @pastormildred but I will put up more on the blog or @justusgirlsnaija instagram page later once I get my system sorted out.
Barely had the time as I left almost immediately after and this America Ehn! It takes a bit to settle down.
Well, now that I’m all settled in and finally stopped sulking like a teenager who’s been sent off to boarding school. I can actually start blogging again. I can promise I will try not to complain about being here but I can’t promise not to whine about being away from my pk. I really really hate being apart from him and away from home but as he says “what’s the option?” so here I am for better care. That’s thanksgiving story for another day.
So where do i start from today? In this year’s US series? Maybe I should just share this testimony of how I got to this place again and believe that you will find YOUR word somewhere in there.
So if you’ve been following i’m sure by now you know my journey to motherhood so far. How after many doctors reports and being the most unlikely candidate for a miracle child God decides as always to use the foolish things to confound the wise and in my case gave me two beautiful daughters but you know our God now, he likes to always go the extra mile so even though I had only been pregnant once my home was filled with the laughter and joy that can only come from two Adorable angels – Hadassah and Davida
That should have been enough right? It should have been enough that God proved to the world and to the enemy that His word cannot return to him without producing result. It should have been enough that he showed us all that He is a dependable God; a reliable God who never goes back on a promise. The fact that my Life is full of pink bows, frilly dresses with belly laughs that can only come from little girls should have been enough compensation for those eight years. It really should be enough that my house is no longer ever tidy or quiet or that my life is so much fuller…busier and that my eyes are no longer ever closed even when I’m sleeping at night. All these should be enough proof that I serve a living God who always keeps his Word- NONE SHALL BE BARREN…none (including me) But you know our God na. Sometimes he just decides to flex and he just chooses whoever he likes to show his power.
Now, for you to understand the next bit of my testimony I need to give you some background information. You see, I’m married to a wonderful man
who if I never gave him a child would still love me the same. He proved it to me all these years because even when I hadn’t entered my rest by handling this in faith, anytime I would cry or worry after another exceptionally bad case of bleeding, or another doctor’s report, would calmly tell me ” I didn’t marry you for children. I married you because I love you” then gently kiss me on the forehead and walk away.
From time to time he would affirm to me you will have my children. Then I decided crying will get me no where and I finally decided to do what my pk had done which was to go back to the word. God spoke loud and clear like he had been waiting for me to finally get it and settle down.
Promises barraged promises. Back to back He kept speaking. Once I was ready to listen my teacher appeared.
“There are two nations in your womb. Two kinds of people shall be separated from your body. One will be physically stronger than the other (one will be male and the other female) ”
“For your shame I will give you double…you are having more than the child-bearing women”
“You cannot be barren. You can not have a miscarriage and I will fulfill the number of your days (all your babies will be carried to fill term”
“Your children will be known all over the world as the ones Jehovah has blessed ”
In the midst of all these I remember one morning after a particularly terrible incident, (trust me very long story you dont want to hear it) God’s word to me
“Don’t worry a stranger will not be your heir but a son from your husband’s loins”
l considered it an outrageous word. 5 years into marriage I was content with a son or daughter I didnt care. All I wanted was a child. My husband and I had always planned to adopt after having our kids so he asked me “does it really matter if we adopt before or after? Makes no difference to me.”
So we started the process and trust me it’s just as hard as trusting God to get pregnant. Anyway finally God blessed me with my first miracle baby. My precious and beautiful Hadassah (my ever green tree) fresh, vibrant, vivacious, full of strength, life and laughter.
My very own…Hadassah Onyeshielibe Okonkwo….with her, I experienced love on a different level but above all she was my lesson in grace.
Today I bless God for my ‘dassah. My constant symbol of God’s grace. God knows I didn’t deserve you. He knows I could never have earned you but He saw my heart yearned to hold you and yours longed for a home.
Our destinies intertwined and with just one look at you I was changed. I became MOTHER…..nay mummy.
My free gift child…
Today all grown up and beautiful.
Could I ever ask for more?
My pk was so satisfied. Every day he was blown away by how special and gifted she was.
Then before we knew it. Still basking in the miracle of one child. The Holy spirit announced go and do a test. Out of the blues? Test I did and…for the first time in my life….MY WOMB WAS NOT EMPTY.
I was in shock and it was like a dream. My mouth was filled with laughter and my heart with praise. I like Elizabeth hid myself and kept asking “is this how the Lord has chosen to deal with me?”
I didn’t feel pregnant. I didn’t throw up, I didn’t spit, I didn’t swell, no aches and pains, nothing. All I had was a scan and a big tummy. But believe it or not another miracle baby popped out one month before I was ready.
She was a different kind of miracle. With this one I had battle scars. I had physical proof that once again We had overcome and the victory was won.
Davida Ifechukwunyediche okonkwo.
Gentle yet brave. Silent yet very strong. She was proof that resilience in God’s word would always produce.
She gave thanksgiving a whole new meaning. She gave hope to many and resulted in a lot of birth stories.
People could once again believe because they saw proof that it was impossible for God to lie.
My pk was more than content. Two beautiful, smart and healthy daughters who adored him?
What else could a man want? “Baby I’m fine o! Wetin you de find?” he would tease.
“E still remain one was always my answer” I had a baby boy box packed for almost 9 years what was I to do with that? I had promises of a son. What was I to do with that? Besides my pk always taught us that it is pride to refuse to accept what God is offering us.
Abi DCC people no be so?
So I just kept thanking God for my son and once again while joking around with some people I took a pregnancy test as a laugh and shock of my life I was pregnant. No clue whatsoever. So I started shopping. Buying blues and greens and yellows.
Pk decides to tease me “this one you are buying boy things you don do scan?” “Ehn? Rough play o! Abeg stop am! It can’t be anything else o!”
Anyhow I knew what God had said and that’s my story and I’m sticking to it…. a son from my husband’s loins…
So I relaxed and out of gratitude began to glow….
I had an amazing team that refused to let me escape another baby shoot. A few pictures enjoy….
Thank you my amazing stylist Victoria Eruogho aka lady stylista of Lsc designs. @lstylista
Oh! My beautiful and totally gifted make up artist Dupe Bote. I looooooove you. You know abi? @duprinahsmakeover
The incredibly gifted photographers Charles @Cwestfotography and Amine @aminesimageries
Love you guys.
You are an incredible team.
David will have preggy pictures that he can boast about any day. He deserves it. He made mummy so fine. Lol!
So I’m in the US waiting out this birth. Hence the #USseries. Now that this is out of the way…real blogging coming up soon.
In all, I’m just grateful and I hope I’ve encouraged someone out there to hold on. I mean look at me…they said I may never have children….but look… my children surround my table.
Okay guys. I really should be sleeping. Doctors appointment tomorrow.