CHICKEN SOUP DAILY SERVING:
God’s Precious Gift
By Sharon Crismon
I wanted a baby with all my
heart, but I was not getting pregnant. I waited, I prayed, I cried and I went
to my parents when I could not find any more courage inside myself. With
their love and support, I carried on... through tests, artificial insemination,
in vitro fertilization and life in general.
Over four years passed. Then, on
spirits up without Dad by our side. All the while, I kept trying for a
baby, to no avail. I finally surrendered all my trust over to God's hands
in order to find some peace in my heart. On a television show, my mom saw
a speaker who suggested writing a letter to your deceased loved one to
help heal your wounds. Unbeknownst to me, she tried it and it seemed to
help her immensely.
After five long years of trying to conceive, it finally
happened. I was pregnant! My baby's due date was the day before my
dad's birthday. Yet, that day came and went. My baby girl,
Samantha, decided to be born right on her grandpa's sixty-first birthday!
What an extra wonderful surprise. When it seemed like one door closed in
my life, somehow it was opened right back up.
When Samantha was about six
months old, I continued to marvel at the miracle of hope I had been given from
heaven. It was then that my mom told me about her letter to dad.
Here is the part she wrote about me. "Sharon and Ron still have had no
luck on having a little one. Maybe you can ask God to give them some
help!" That letter was written two months before I got pregnant.
I am writing this letter to
my mom, dad and, of course, God as thanks for keeping my heart full of love,
hope, trust and the strength to believe in miracles. Also, thanks from
Samantha - Grandpa's precious gift