My Encounter with Elizabeth

As I reflect back on the past 16 weeks of my pregnancy, I feel really blessed to see the hand of God every step of the way. Every time I had a doctor’s appointment to see how the baby was doing, I seemed to be feeling anxious no matter how many times I remind myself to trust God. The thing is God knew exactly what I was going through and He would always come to the rescue in a way that I think is somewhat amusing.

Going back to the time when I was told by my doctor that it would be impossible for me to conceive because of my condition at this point in my life, I remember how God uplifted my spirit and gave me hope through Mama Mary’s cousin Elizabeth. A few weeks later, my co-worker Elizabeth, whom I considered an angel, prophesied and told me that I will have a “Godly offspring” when she was inspired by Malachi 2:15. The following day I found out I was pregnant. (Elizabeth Mcgarvey, along with her husband Bob, joined our Heavenly Father on November 27 because of a terrible car accident. She will forever be my prayer warrior and intercessor. May the perpetual light shine upon her and Bob and may they rest in peace. I will surely miss you Liz…but I know you’ll always be my personal Guardian Angel.)

At my first doctor visit at the Southpoint location to check the baby’s heartbeat, I was so nervous. I think my fear was rooted from the experience of my loved ones who have lost their babies during the first trimester and that having PCOS I have a higher risk of miscarriage. That same day they also did the blood work to perform an array of tests. The nurse noticed my restlessness. She told me that she’ll take care of me. I asked for her name. She said it’s Elizabeth. I smiled and felt that loving reassurance from God.

At my next doctor visit at the Baptist South location, I found myself uneasy again because Jon got tied up at work and couldn’t be with me. I prayed while I was waiting at the lobby. I had to do another series of blood tests that day. I let out a great sigh of relief as soon as I heard that my baby’s heart rate was at 160bpm and that my little one is doing great. After the doctor left with a wonderful message, the nurse came in to draw my blood. Feeling more confident this time, I started chatting with her and casually asked what her name was. She said, “Liz”. Out of my excitement, I retorted “Elizabeth?” She replied it is pronounced like that but it is spelled as Lizbeth. I told her that the nurse from the other location has the same name. She happily expressed, “she’s my sister.”

“That’s fascinating that your mom gave you almost the same name! What are the odds?”

Before I checked out, I told her that every time God wants to reassure me that everything is okay, He sends me my Guardian Angel in the person of Elizabeth. She gave me a hug and told me that I will definitely see her and her sister again.  I’m surrounded with Liz!  Beaming with joy, I whispered to my baby that we are in good hands… God is watching…

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