Faith Based Healing - Understanding

My whole life I have come in contact with people who don't fully understand where or what exactly my faith means.

The older I get I seem to get a clearer idea of just what it means to me. If ever I were to be cornered and asked what it means I believe I could answer.

This answer would be based on my life experiences and my relationship with God. It wouldn't be what someone told me or what I "should" believe. It is 100% based on me and God.

Faith based healing is something most are so against it is easy to close ones ears prior to even getting an explanation after they have asked what it means.

I feel that with this pregnancy it has gotten somewhat harder for people to understand where my faith lies. So, let me start with this.
1. I want a natural birth
2. I want my baby born at home
3. I don't want the use of medication to be anywhere near my child during this process.

Now, a little background.
I grew up in a church where going to the doctor was.... well... rare. Now, did it mean if you went you were bound to hell? No... but if you had faith and you believed God has the power to heal - then let him.

I grew up with NO vaccinations (GASP) and never went to the doctors office. Sick, ear problems, etc. I never went. Honestly I don't like the hospital... it rubs me weird (this could be because the only time I ever went in one was when someone was dying). Anyway, this leads me to my mother. My mother has the faith to move mountains. She would pray for me and it seemed like instantly I was cured of whatever ailed me.

So, that is how I grew up.

I was witness to this faith based healing and I saw it work. Not only on myself but on numerous people who at times were told they weren't going to make it. In the end, I have this faith. I feel God has the power to cure, to heal, to guide without any other help. Just simply prayer, faith, and patience.

Now on to current time. I am pregnant. I married a man who was not raised the way I was. I decided to make sure we both got a little of what we wanted I would look into a midwife based at a hospital. Luckily the one we chose has been great. Never a pressure on taking medication or anything. Until I took the glucose screening and 3 hour test.

Then it was a flurry of - hurry, we need to see you asap and get you taken care of. Then over a week passes and I hear from the clinic saying they scheduled me to see the dietician. Cool... let's get a good diet plan set up. Mine seems to suck.

Then this is what I hear - "Your appointment is scheduled for October."

WHAT? By that point my little girl will be born and almost 2 months old. I thought gestational diabetes was to be treated during pregnancy. The nurses response - I thought it was odd too, maybe it isn't that important based on your levels.

Seriously? I wanted to crawl through the phone and hit her. Why have they panicked me to the point I feel sick and feel as though my baby will die if I don't get this taken care of?

Anyways, I hung up the phone a little upset, but at the same time relieved. I had received a prophecy saying that if I would lean on my faith my baby and I would be delivered safely. I felt like this was a "sign" that pointed me to follow that faith based healing and to rely on him to guide this pregnancy.

So - I posted to FB about how odd it was for them to schedule the date for Oct. and that I was in turn going to follow God from here on out.

DEBATE started. This is my response. This is where I - THE MOMMA OF BABY JACOBSON - is coming from.

I do not feel that in not going to this dietitian (in Oct) will hurt my baby or myself in anyway. I feel that if I monitor how I feel, what I eat, and my exercise...along with prayer, my daughter will come into this world healthy and alive.

I do not feel I am putting my life or hers in danger by following through on something I am 100% an example of. I do not feel as though by not taking medication I am hurting my chances of a healthy baby. I do not feel as though by stating I am going to take the "prayer" method I am a bad parent.

In turn, I feel as though I am being an example of what God wants of me. I am putting my baby in the hands of the most powerful. I am turning to him to guide me. It is up to my husband and I to choose which path we go.

Will we still go to our appointments at the clinic? Yes... Will I take medications? No. Will this baby come at home? That is 100% up to God and his plans.

I do hope those reading this can understand what faith can do, what prayer can do, and what it means to someone who is trusting in the almighty to deliver them.

Feel free to comment. To give your opinion. I am strong enough to take all sides and openly digest them. But, I will not allow anyone but God to change my heart.  

Many prayers to all, many blessings to all.

Faith to Move Mountains

It seems I have been slacking a wee bit. But things in Sabrina's World have been very hectic (in a good way).

I have two subjects I keep throwing around and I can't decide which is supposed to be discussed. I tend to lean more towards the subject of faith. So, that is what I shall talk about.

Yesterday my grandmother posted a story of her faith while delivering my Uncle. It was a hard delivery and she ended up having a stroke. She did not tell her mom about but later was told had it not been for her mother praying for her she would not have made it.

"Victor was born October 14th,1964, long hard ordeal, I had asked Jackie's mother to be there, she told me no, that she had had a dream she was with someone that had a very hard time, the girl ended up on the floor, to finish the job, well she came because I think someone went and got her, any way when she got there, guess what? her dream was true, there we all were on the floor, and working very hard to get the boy into the world, when he finally came home there was much laughing, crying and rejoicing, he was a whopping 71/2 pounds, we had decided we wouldn't tell my mother I'd had a stroke,well we went to Colo. for vacation and I received prophecy that said ,through the prayers of my mother, my life had been spared, and for me to search the scripture, and that they are they that testify of me, well to this day when I feel to tell of this miracle, I'm afraid not to, lest something worse would come my way. mom was told through prophecy to be sure and pray for that one who was on her mind, that though her prayers my life would be spared, well, our guy was fine and fit, healthy as could be, one day I was giving him his bath, on the kitchen table, well like the very clever person I am, I left the sugar bowl open on the table, need I reveal the out come of this little venture? You guessed it ,straight up in the air, and as surely has it had been aimed, square into the sugar bowl, we had quite a chuckle over this, The first of many such experiences."

Later my mother commented and said,

"Why did I not inherit this faith, this ability to see the future, to accept it, and to be able to praise God for it? I love your stories mom. I read them and realize how lucky I was to have parents with God guiding their lives."

 

Reading both of these things made my mind churn. Both of these women have been the biggest influences in my journey of faith. Yet, here was my mother asking why she had not inherited the faith of her mother.

 

 

My mother has the faith to move mountains, she has a faith that would make your whole world turn upside down. She has so many stories (some involving me) that make your heart melt and tears stream down your face. But she is allowing the adversary to make her question her faith.

 

Let me tell you a story of my mother's faith:

 

When I was young (I think 8) we were working on my parent's house and there were a ton of buckets open around the house. I was simply walking and hit one of the lids (it was metal) and cut my leg. Badly cut my leg. I was okay until my brother said, "why are you bleeding?", and then I about pass out. Next thing I know I am in a wheel barrow being rushed into my mom's car. She makes me lift my leg onto the dash. And off we rush to the store for a bandage.

 

She pulls into a local gas station and runs inside. I open my eyes to see the blood and fat hanging from my leg. I simply go blank. I can't believe my leg looks as it does. She comes back to the car only to say they were closed. Back we go to the house.

 

She finds tissue, duct tape, and oil. She pushes my fat back into my leg, holds it, puts the tissue on top, then duct tapes it. All the while praying. She then anoints my leg and prays for God to heal my leg. As I witness this I can feel the spirit and know that God is hearing her pleas.

 

I am unsure how long I wore the duct tape... but the day it came off there was only a small scar (about a half inch) and when I run it swells a little. My miracle granted by my mother's prayers and God's grace.

 

I know in my heart had my mother not prayed for my leg it would have been a lot worse. That cut was deep, it was about 3" long, and my fat was literally hanging from it.

 

So, dear mother of mine. You have inherited that faith and in doing so you have instilled in me the faith to move mountains as well.

 

Readers - if ever you are in doubt think back on your life and those small miracles you have been a part of. The mustard seed is small and can do so much. These miracles and faith are both something we have to continue to remind ourselves of. Something we have to work on. God is waiting for us to remember these things and turn to him for everything.

 

I thank my mother and grandmother for always reminding me of the faith I feel in love with.

Life Moments

*I started this a month ago - I am not going to edit it... so read away readers!

Stop and look at your life. Where are you, what are you doing, and who is in your life. No one knows what will take place within a year yet, we always seem to say - "nothing has changed." I am going to break that rule.

My life within this past year has changed in so many ways. Everything, I would have to say, got better.

This weekend I spoke with a wonderful woman about faith, changes, and love. As we sat there I thought of how I married Tim, how we were both able to witness a beautiful birth, how we both have grown so much in the faith and in one another. Then I thought of my beautiful friends. The Hardt sisters, and little Owen.

Sometimes you don't realize how important people are to you until someone helps aid in that.

this woman was that aid. I knew how much I loved them and how no matter what we would be friends, but I didn't realize why.

My wedding drama is long enough to fill 50 blogs, but short story (which I wrote about here) is we moved the date and I was ticked. Months went by and I was told how if the date hadn't been moved I would not have experienced the birth of Owen.

I would not say that it was ironic. I would say it was God taking part in my life - yet again - and guiding me to where he wanted me to be.

As I talked with this woman about that story she said that God is amazing and it was his plan we just have to be patient. I then let my mind wonder. She began to ask about my pregnancy and what the plan was there.

I told her no matter what I want a home birth, but I am willing to do the midwife thing at the hospital if it made my husband more at ease. AS I spoke those words my heart skipped a beat. I truly want to have this baby at home. I told her that I have warned my husband that if God wants this baby to come at home it will arrive at home. Luckily my husband is amazing and when I told him that he said, "I know."

As the words flow from our mouths, if you take a second, you can hear what the heart says and feels. I prayed in that instant that God would allow the path he wants me on during this pregnancy would be his desire and not my own.

Sunday came around and I received two prayers about my pregnancy and my friendship with the Hardt sisters. I was in tears for those simple thoughts I had earlier that weekend. Then I received a prophecy and the number one thing that stood out was that God would have those come to me in my time of need, that I should not worry about it. (all paraphrased) But how awesome is it that God heard my heart and answered. He will send those to me when they are needed and I am not going to question why. Those answers will come later. God is truly amazing.

Humble

It seems this word is being mentioned a lot from many around the world and close to home.

There have been numerous tornadoes, flooding, and damaging winds here in Oklahoma many are convinced they would never live here. Yet, when I look at it I see those helping complete strangers and my heart is softened and my faith grows.

Oklahoma is amazing. Each community is a family and the state always comes together as one. It is full of smiles, open hearts, and helping hands. I feel truly blessed to call this place my home.

Now the word humble. All those who lost or were effected seem to all openly share the word. Those even on the outside looking in share it.

People are humbled by the help they see and receive. It is hard to be completely upset with these past weeks when you see the good pour out of people.

We will rebuild, we will be stronger, we are Oklahoma.

So yes, I know what living here entails and I know that never would I trade it. Tornadoes, drought, winds, earthquakes, and excessive heat make this place my home.