This may not be that earth shaking to many but to me it is a victory. If you were a woman born in a third-world country and you have been exerting all your means to make ends meet,survival on a daily basis is already a miracle. Our loving Father in heaven has kept me intact physically when I had to come home after midnight because of work while bearing my second child. He held me safe in His hands when I was the only passenger on a jeep home while everyone was sound asleep and a thief has threatened my life once. How good our God is that despite a hand-to-mouth existence , I am able to smile and show to my children that everything will be better soon.I drew strength from His promises and I am glad that I have anchored my faith in HIM.Our God has kept me whole when I was torn into pieces due to the lack of emotional support from my husband coupled with his pornographic habit not to mention his incapacity to support the family that we build. The God that we all have faith in has held me sane despite all the mental breaking events in my life. I thank our Father in heaven that He gives me hope everyday when every circumstance seems unfavorable. To all the women who went through the same experience, be of courage.Let's stay afloat because Jesus has even walked on the water.

The pain of losing a child I believed is the most painful part of life a mother has to bear. I was ALMOST at the point of losing my second child. It was in 2009,I was diagnosed of oligohydramnios-a medical condition which amniotic fluid surrounding the fetus is lacking. Complications like clubfoot and other deformities coupled this condition.Having her live is a decision I had to make which I did.I was OB and hospital hopping just for me to hear favorable findings,yet all the findings were unfriendly. The doctor advised to closely monitor fetal movement.The lack of it meant that I am carrying a dead fetus. I and my husband prayed hard acknowledging God's will and control in our situation.Indeed that very first night of monitoring movements-I felt not just one but series of movements not just in a single day but lasted for week to weeks and I gained amniotic fluid that my OB could not explain how it happened. My baby was born premature and was in the intensive care unit for almost a month and was born without any deformities. Now , she is six years old and she reminds me of God's power and faithfulness. Whenever my faith drifts away, she helps me anchor to Jesus.