It sounded harsh, even to my own ears. My husband’s hand tightened around mine.
And then the man seated across the room from me sighed heavy. “Actually, Tasha,” he said, “I’ve been sensing something from the Lord for awhile about this, but I didn’t want to say anything in case I was wrong. Truthfully, it was just fear because I don’t want anything to be harder for you. But I’m going to say it. You’re going to have a child, soon.”
Instead, I just sat back and listened while everyone in the room, including my husband, agreed that they felt this to be true. I guess time will prove if it’s really You, Lord.
I wonder, actually, if the Shunammite woman thought something similar. As I read through 2 Kings 4 this morning, it kept hitting me over and over– the way her faith, though sketchy at first, grew and blossomed under the strangest of circumstances.
She did have a baby, you know. A little boy. One who grew up, apparently healthy, until the day his head starting hurting. After his father took him home from the fields, he lay in his mother’s lap until afternoon and then died.
Right there in his mother’s lap.
The child of God’s promise. Dead.
But somehow, through the years of barrenness, and despite her initial fear at Elisha’s prophecy, the Shunammite woman had become a pillar of faith. She laid the boy down on a bed, got up and went after Elisha. She even told him, “All is well.” when she got there! But then she held her ground and demanded that Elisha return with her to her dead son.
And he goes. And the child is restored to life.
Her faith just grows from there. We know because we get a little snippet of narrative about her later on, when her land is restored to her through another set of miraculous incidents.
God often uses strange circumstances to bring about miracles. And He builds up our faith through the most trying of times- restoring hope and life, even in the face of death.
I know, because less than a month after our conversation in the living room, we brought our daughter home.