There are many issues on the parenting journey that defy human intervention or medical science but honestly what do we do when faced with such situations?

I have learnt that when all else fails, let prayer and praise take over. The situation may not change but the burden becomes lighter to bear. I don’t know how God does it but He sure does.

I remember being told many years ago that the seed of greatness in my womb had a long list of ailments – some names I hadn’t even heard of (although I had heard of Downs Syndrome). What was I to do?

I couldn’t tell friends or family. How could I bring myself to tell anyone? Would they feel sorry for me or would they even care? What was this young mother to do? I hadn’t even met anyone with similar challenges.

Well, I struggled to run to God (as there was no other option) and narrate my woes as if He didn’t know already. I remember going for a Christian conference, precisely the Festival of Life London, and I poured out my heart to Him.

With careless abandon and obviously not mindful of those around me, I cried and talked to God. After all the talk, bargaining, pleading and promises, I got tired and fed up. In fact, at that point, I was so convicted that even if my seed was not healed, God will still be my God.

I look back now and I am most thankful for the experience.

I am thankful for the safe delivery and the many nights in the hospital.

I am thankful for the many consultants that were on our case.

I am thankful that God found me worthy to care for His treasure.

I am thankful for the many times my faith was tested.

I am thankful for the many testimonies in the storm.

I am thankful for the times the doctor’s report was wrong.

I am thankful for the times I cried to Him and not man.

I am thankful for the times I could feel God’s arms around me.

I am thankful for I have learnt how to be a prayer warrior mum and not a worrier mum.

I am ever so thankful that the experiences in those years were the beginning and birthing of the Stress Free Mum.