I don’t really know how to start this post because this kid’s story starts way before his sweet parents found out they were expecting him.
Waiting. Enduring. Being still. Remaining Steady. Pleading but never demanding.
Those are the things that my brother John and his wife Sarah have shown and taught me the past few years. They wanted healing. They wanted a baby. They wanted to make much of Christ. Surely, this isn’t the story they had imagined and hoped for when they stood there joining lives and hearts as they looked excitedly at all that would come in the future. Their journey took several twists and turns and step by step they followed in faith and accepted with trust each dead end, knowing that with God there aren’t any “dead ends” just a huge underworking of His Almighty hands in the lives of every single person they encountered along the way.
I’ll never forget the day they sat in our living room and made an offhand comment about Sarah taking a break from working at Starbucks in the future and when we asked why then…. they let us in on some room erupting joyful squealing and laughing news!! They were expecting!! It was still early on in the pregnancy and having had walked closely with us through our pregnancy with Asher they understood that loving this newly created being was risky and there were many unknowns yet to come. But just as they had for the months and years before… they believed God was good and they were willing to accept this life HE was planning before them. And so we had a little someone to be praying for.
And pray we did.
The months past and excitement grew but so did fears and concerns for this little one. We didn’t know if it was going to be a him or a her because John and Sarah decided to torture us and leave it to be a surprise at the end. 😉
Week 38….39…40….41… This kid wasn’t going to budge. So a little encouragement was started. But still nothing.
Finally after 3 longs days of being in the hospital laboring…. they delivered this strapping baby boy named Marshal James Nichols.
I shouted when I got the text….. then moments later I dropped to my knees as John texted that we needed to pray for this baby boy and that he wasn’t breathing.
God PLEASE don’t take this baby. PLEASE let him live.
And God answered and gave the medical staff the wisdom to know what to do and about 15 minutes later gave Marshal the ability to breathe on his own and live.
That was a VERY long 15 minutes for a lot of us.
Marshal had to stay in the NICU for a few days and Sarah also stayed and continued to heal after her LONG and exhausting labor and delivery.
After all…. this baby was a hoss. 8 lbs. 14 oz. 24 inches long. He was perfectly beautiful and perfectly chubby and perfectly… BLONDE?? With John’s dark hair and brown eyes I think everyone was a little shocked to see this boy come out looking just like his beautiful momma!!! But it didn’t take long to get pretty attached to his sweet blue eyes and crazy blonde mohawk!!
For this child I prayed, and the Lord has granted me my petition that I made to him. 1 Samuel 1:27