EDITOR’S NOTE: Nothing is impossible for our God, as Sarah-Renee Miracle can testify. Even from before she was born, God was demonstrating this through her life.
There are many reasons why people love birthdays: presents, parties, food, friends and family, as well as many more reasons. Mine begins every year with the story of my birth. You see, I knew God had a plan for my life, but I ignored it. After hearing the same story from my mom every year, it seemed mundane and routine. It was not until I finally listened to the details of my story that I realized the story was not for me. In fact, it’s not even about me, its all about God. I have the opportunity to be a vessel for Him. I believe we all have that opportunity no matter what our testimony. God gave us stories to bring Him glory.
My testimony begins before I was born, early in my mother’s pregnancy. When my mother was three months pregnant with me, the doctors started running tests. They noticed something was not right, and so began the journey of a multitude of test and doctor visits. The results from the tests showed there was a very low amount of amniotic fluid in her placenta. In fact, there was only about half of the amount that I needed. The doctors worried, if I was carried to full term I would be clubfooted, have disproportioned hands and not be able to function as a normal human being. I would not be able to speak, talk, walk, let alone breathe on my own. The doctors concluded the only option was abortion. She said “No! We will leave this in God’s hands.” My mother began to pray and knew she made the right decision. Immediately she called upon her prayer warriors, friends, family, strangers began praying. If there was one thing my mother knew, it was the power of prayer.
As her pregnancy continued, the more complications began to take place. My mother thought I had died in her stomach because I would hardly move. After more doctors’ visits, they discovered there was less amniotic fluid now. The doctors described my mother’s stomach as a balloon with no air. November 29, 1994 was supposed to be a normal day that included a doctor’s visit. Little did my mother know, it would be a day that would completely change her life. It was during that appointment that my heart rate began to drop severely. My mother was immediately rushed to the hospital. She arrived at 3 PM and was met by a social worker who prepared her for a death. The social worker also prepared the doctor and the nurses for a death. The doctors would have to perform a C-Section. You see, my mother’s due date was not until February 14, 1995. I was going to be early, undeveloped and helpless. Once again the doctor’s reminded my mother that my internal organs would not be developed, I would not breathe on my own and I would be tiny and fragile. They prepared my mother for my death within the first moments of my life. If there was a slim chance that I survived I would be a burden on my family and not be able to survive as a human being.
So my mother prayed and continued on, she was given steroids and monitored. My heart rate was getting worse and doctors then performed the surgery. On November 29, 1994 at 7:17 pm I was born weighing one pound eleven ounces with full working lungs. There was very little fluid, so I had to literally be scrapped from my mother’s stomach. All my internal organs were fully working and I was breathing on my own. I was so small I could fit into an adult male’s hand. I was rushed into intensive care living the impossible. I was born premature with full working lungs and other organs, proving the power of prayer. The doctors said that I would not make it, but they didn’t know the God that I serve. From a medical perspective there is no answer; the specialist was called in immediately when I was born. As soon as she saw me her words were “why was I called, I can see I am not needed here.” All glory to God, one of the nurses came to Christ after witnessing my birth. That was only the beginning of the many things that I would overcome to glorify God. I dropped to one pound and had many more complications; however I was able to overcome them. My middle name is Miracle and I know I have a story that needs to be shared. My life verse is Matthew 19:26 “For with man it is impossible, but with God all things are possible.” If my mother would have listened to those doctors I would not be here, but because God had a plan that my mother trusted in, I am. The more I grew deeper with my relationship with God, the more I understood my testimony. I had a deeper connection and understood Psalms 139:13 a little more clearly. I now understand I was not given this story for myself. So I love when people ask me what my name is because I always have a chance to share my testimony. Now every birthday, it is the one thing that I look forward to every year. Awoken by my mother and told the story of my birth is the best birthday present that I could ever receive. So I pray that I am given more opportunities to share my story in order to bring Him Glory. May we never forget the power of prayer and our testimonies. I live to bring Him glory in which ever way is possible, I pray you do as well.