Devotional Diary: Joy Comes In The Morning

Posted on Dec 15 2013 - 2:14am by momcafe

Oh sweet friends, if you haven’t met my next guest, you simply MUST get to know her! I have been following Susannah for a long time over at Whoa! Susannah, and our friendship has been one of the greatest blessings I have found in this blog-world!!   I am in awe of her hilarious wit and brilliant gift as a writer.  She always makes me laugh OUT loud with her takes on life, and at the same time- she woos my heart with her deep abiding faith and beautiful heart within.  I am incredibly honored to call her friend, and can’t wait to see her work published and on the bestseller list!  She is a gift.  Her testimony today was a difficult one for her to write.  Please join me in living through her agony and triumph in the battle of spiritual warfare.  It’s real, people.  It’s real.  And I think this story is one that reminds us of that very truth.  May her profound words enlighten you to cling to God through our darkest battles.  And may her passionate faith bring new light and hope, if you may be captive of his lies.

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It was December 2nd, 2009 and I was lying on a table in my obstetrician’s office, my large hard belly covered in cold gel. My husband stood beside me, and we both eagerly watched the black and white blob on the monitor as the nurse performed the ultrasound.

“Do you want to know what you’re having?” she smiled.

“Yes!” I exclaimed, already knowing the gender.

As I waited for the nurse to confirm my intuition, I envisioned picking up my beautiful, blonde-haired, blue-eyed three-year-old daughter from Mother’s Day Out at the Methodist Church later that afternoon. I imagined the toothy smile that would come across her face when I told her that her best lifelong friend- a baby sister- would be here soon.

When I was pregnant with my daughter three years before, I knew all along that she was a girl. I just knew. And I just knew that my second child would be a girl, too. I knew that God was going to bless me with many daughters, because that was the desire of my heart. I knew that I was not meant to be a mother to sons.

The nurse began typing on the keyboard and three little words appeared on the screen hanging over my large stomach.

“It’s a BOY!”

I heard my husband exhale joyfully and I saw the delight in his eyes. He would have a boy to catch the football, to dress in camouflage and join him in the deer stand. I grinned, but my heart sank. I’ve never admitted that to anyone before, but my heart sank when I learned that I was having a son.

As we left the doctor’s office that day, I was engulfed in emotion. I managed to smile and put on an Oscar-winning performance that I was excited to bear a boy, but I really felt confused, devastated and deceived by my intuition, perhaps deceived by God. I did not want a boy.

I did not want to buy overalls and ball caps. I did not want a nursery decorated in soccer balls and primary colors. I did not want a son. I wanted a daughter. I wanted another beautiful little girl with blonde ringlets and clear, blue eyes.

As the weeks went by, I fell into a dark depression. Horrible thoughts began to flood my mind.

“You won’t love this child.”

I heard it daily, hourly, minutely. I heard it as I folded laundry, as I washed dishes, as I picked out his nursery bedding and bought his first teddy bear.

“You won’t love this child. You don’t want this child. You are a horrible mother.”

I was drowning in darkness and despair. I was drowning in guilt because I truly believed that I couldn’t love a boy. I truly believed that I was a terrible mother, a terrible person.

As if those thoughts weren’t horrific enough, I began doubting my faith.

“God knew the desire of your heart was to have another daughter but He gave you a son. He failed you.”

I felt blindsided by the thoughts that raced through my troubled mind. I cried out to God for help, for restoration, and for the first time in my life, I could not feel Him. I could not hear His wisdom. I felt as if I was talking to thin air- that my prayers were not being heard. I’ve always felt the Lord’s presence in some way, but as I cried out to Him to lift me from depression, I felt nothing. I felt alone. I felt empty.

“He’s left you. He’s abandoned you. He doesn’t care about you.”

I locked myself in the bathroom late one night when my husband and daughter were fast asleep, and I slid my heavy, pregnant body to the floor. I held my head in my hands and I sobbed an ugly, snotty cry. I begged the Lord to rescue me from the battle raging in my mind.

“You’ve been a fool all of these years to believe in your God. He doesn’t even exist.”

I didn’t want to believe it, but from that night forward, the thought was relentless. I heard it in the grocery store, in the car, even in my dreams.

“He doesn’t exist.”

I dove into my Bible. I read passages that I’d read a hundred times, but I felt nothing. The Word no longer made sense to me. I started to believe that God wasn’t real- and if He was real, that He’d abandoned me. I have never felt so hollow or alone.

Although I was being barraged with putrid thoughts, I refused to give up on what I’d believed since I was a child- that Jesus was the Son of God, and that He’d died on the cross for my sins- that He’d died to rescue me from the very torture that I was now enduring. I refused to forget the other times in my life when I’d felt His presence. Although I thought it constantly, I refused to believe that my God and my Bible was fiction.

I knew my thoughts weren’t true, noble, pure or lovely (Philippians 4:8), and I knew that they weren’t from God. I also knew that they weren’t even my own thoughts. They were lies straight from the enemy. The devil was determined to attack me to the fullest extent. He was determined to drive me stark-raving mad. As soon as I opened my eyes each morning, he was waiting for me- waiting to devour me with lies and whisper failure and guilt into my ear.

The second that an evil thought entered my mind, I began speaking 2 Corinthians 10:5 aloud.

“Cast down imaginations and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bring into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ.”

Each day, I spoke the Word aloud, and I finally had brief moments of peace. Although I still couldn’t feel the Lord’s presence, I had learned not to rely on my own feelings or understanding, but to rely solely on the Word of God.

When the contractions began on April 1st, 2010, my mind came under substantial attack again.

“He will be here soon, and you won’t feel a thing when you see him. You’ll never bond with him. You’ll never love him. Don’t you think if God was real that He would have rescued you by now? Don’t you think He would have filled you with the love of a mother’s heart by now? God isn’t real and you will never love this child, this son.”

I recognized these thoughts as lies, and I prayed for the Lord to remove the contemplations, but they remained. They were just as stubborn as they had been when my mind was first attacked four months earlier.

I was actually relieved when my son wasn’t born that day. I was relieved that I didn’t have to see him yet- and have the devil’s lies and my worst fears become truth.

But he decided to come on April 2nd. I tried to silence the deceptions that consumed me as I moaned in agony and pushed him into the world.

“I bind you away, Satan, in the name of Jesus,” I repeated to myself as my husband cut the umbilical cord and the doctor placed my son on my chest.

When I looked at my child, I immediately felt the presence of the Lord. For the first time in so many months, I could feel my God, my Savior, my Comforter- I could feel Him right there with me. He was just as present as my husband or the doctor.

I looked at my mother, who had some idea of what I’d been through during the pregnancy and had prayed with me countless times to be freed from Satan’s attack- and I sobbed. Without saying a word, she knew that I was no longer consumed by the devil’s lies. Instead, I consumed with love for my baby, and love for my God.

From the moment that I laid eyes upon him, I couldn’t have loved him more. And the Lord spoke a revelation to me- right there in the hospital room- as I stroked my son’s head full of dark brown hair and his round, peach cheeks.

“This child will do great things for Me. That’s why you’ve suffered so. That’s why the devil has attacked you. Your son is a threat to the enemy.”

And I absolutely believe that I endured darkness, despair, spiritual warfare and an attack on my mind for four months because the devil knew that my boy will do great things for God someday. He knew that if he could convince me of his lies- that God doesn’t exist- that I would not raise my son on the Word of God.

And I absolutely believe that the Lord allowed me to endure those things- that He stayed quiet through my trials- because He knew that this would serve as my testimony and that I would dive into my Bible and mature spiritually. The whole purpose of trials and tribulations is to promote growth. Remember Job?

James 5: 10-11 says, “Brothers and sisters, as an example of patience in the face of suffering, take the prophets who spoke in the name of the Lord. As you know, we count as blessed those who have persevered. You have heard of Job’s perseverance and have seen what the Lord finally brought about. The Lord is full of compassion and mercy.”

And my testimony is this- Satan is real. He seeks to kill, steal and destroy. (John 10:10) He seeks to wreck us spiritually, mentally and physically. He seeks to bombard our minds with lies- with depression, with failure, with negativity.

We must stand strong in the Lord. We must hold fast to our faith and the truth spoken in the Word. We must put on the whole armor of God. We must refuse to believe our feelings or the lies of the enemy. We must remember that the Lord will deliver us as He promises in Isaiah 41:10. “Fear not, for I am with you. Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”

On December 2nd, 2009, I would have never believed that I could love a son as much as I love mine. I couldn’t love that child more. Along with my daughter, he is the absolute greatest gift that God has ever given me. I can’t believe the absurd lies that the devil spoke to me about him. I can’t believe that I fell for them for so many months. Praise be to God for lifting me from the darkest period I’ve ever known.

Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.

Go, my sweet son, and do great things for The Lord.

Devotional Diary Joy Comes In The Morning

              *If you are struggling with lies from the enemy, I recommend reading Joyce Meyer’s Battlefield of the Mind. “The battlefield or realm in which our spiritual warfare takes place is in the mind of every believer in Christ. We wrestle, or strive and struggle in our minds against world systems, the flesh or the carnal nature, and the devil. The mind encompasses our thoughts (imagination, reasoning, and intellect), as well as our emotions and will. We will encounter a very real spiritual struggle in our thoughts, emotions and will because the adversary knows that these areas are directly related to the power of our faith, and means to receiving the promises of God. The adversary’s goal is to weaken the faith of every Christian.”

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  1. Janine Huldie December 15, 2013 at 2:53 am - Reply

    I must admit, I have two girls, but when I was carrying my second was definitely nervous if I was having a boy, as I truly knew only all things girls and really just was always more a girly girl. Well, I did indeed have another girl, but now both my girls play and love soccer and even though I never thought I could be a sports mom, I am indeed now. So, I think things do work out in the end and god definitely works in mysterious ways for sure.
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    • Susannah December 16, 2013 at 12:05 am - Reply

      Yes He does. A boy is just what I needed. Thanks.

  2. Michelle December 15, 2013 at 3:43 am - Reply

    I always wanted both so I think I would have been conflicted if I had gotten to our third and I didn’t already have one of each. We were lucky because we had a boy and a girl by the time I was pregnant with our third. We always found out so we knew ahead of time. I agree with Janine…I think things happen for a reason and work out in the end. God always has a plan.
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  3. Alison Hector December 15, 2013 at 9:29 am - Reply

    Spiritual warfare is real. The attacks on the mind can sometimes be relentless and overwhelming. We win only through the application of the Word, as you did, Susannah. Praising God for your victory, and for your son and the exploits he will carry out!
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  4. Considerer December 15, 2013 at 10:57 am - Reply

    HALLELUJAH for your delivery and deliverance.

    You have greatness of spirit and true perseverance to have been able to withstand this attack, this onslaught, and instead of turning away, cling to that kernel of faith that His Truth is THE Truth. You are an inspiration.

    There is a reason Satan’s called The Accuser. You weathered that storm so well. And I guess, though you didn’t know it at the time, cradled all the time in God’s hands.

    The Lord bless your son, and your motherhood of him, and may he go on to be a mighty warrior for the Kingdom. May you both be kept safe and wrapped in the power of His spirit. In the name of Christ, Amen.
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    • momcafe December 15, 2013 at 1:46 pm - Reply

      I know Susannah will be wanting to respond to your comment too- but I can’t help but at least chime in with a resounding and incredibly heartfelt “AMEN” to your gorgeous prayer and comment, sweet Lizzi.

      Oh, how you just continue to amaze me with your depth, your faith, your endless well of love.

      God bless YOU, dear friend. He had a mighty fine day, when He made you.

    • Susannah December 16, 2013 at 12:07 am - Reply

      What a precious comment, Lizzi. You have wonderful wisdom from the Lord and I appreciate your comment so much and hold it dear to my heart. God bless you!
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  5. Kim December 15, 2013 at 3:41 pm - Reply

    I have 2 boys (no girls) and can’t imagine my life any other way. I’m so happy that you didn’t let Satan over-take you during that time.
    Your son is adorable!!!
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  6. another jennifer December 15, 2013 at 3:42 pm - Reply

    This is just so beautiful, Susannah. Thank you for sharing this story. I imagine it was not easy to write. But what a powerful testimony.
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    • Susannah December 16, 2013 at 12:09 am - Reply

      Thank you :) It was terribly difficult for me to share- I went through so many emotions, including embarrassment for ever thinking such things and allowing myself to believe them for so long- but I believe that it all happened for great reasons. Thanks again :)
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  7. Tamara December 15, 2013 at 6:53 pm - Reply

    “Your son is a threat to the enemy.” I love that. I have a girl. I always wanted a girl. When I was first pregnant with my second child, I wanted another girl more than anything. I was one of two girls, and my father passed away when I was only four, so I somehow got it in my head that boys are weak or something. It wasn’t great.
    When I found out I was having a son, that’s when I realized I was happy. So it wasn’t quite the experience you had with falling in love at his birth, but I felt a lot of anxiety before the ultrasound that I would have a boy.
    He’s 18 months now, and I seriously cannot believe the love I have for him. He’s a gift, and the perfect completion to our family.
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    • Susannah December 16, 2013 at 12:11 am - Reply

      I went through a similar experience with losing my father at a very young age, and I believe that had a lot to do with not wanting a son. My relationship with my mother and sister was so close that I wanted a repeat of that for my own children. But, this boy brightens my day every day. God knew exactly what he was doing when he gave me both a boy and girl. I love them both more than anything in this world- and I experience different things with each of them. And they are great friends, too. Thank you for the comment!
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  8. Tammy December 16, 2013 at 4:38 am - Reply

    Reading your testimony gave me goosebumps. Thank you for sharing such a deep and personal experience. I absolutely believe that we are fighting a spiritual war. I’ve had many situations where I’ve felt satan just attacking me, and where I just haven’t felt I was hearing from God or “feeling” His presence. Praise God for His Word! I am excited to follow you and see what God will do through the gift of your son. A verse I hold onto when facing such trials is in Romans.

    Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we boast in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.
    Romans 5:1-5

    ** that picture of him is adorable!

    • Susannah December 17, 2013 at 12:39 am - Reply

      Tammy, thank you so much. I absolutely love that verse in Romans. It was one of the verses that I really clung to during my darkest time. Praise God that I he let me persevere. None of us are immune to these attacks- and at the time I felt them, I thought that something was terribly wrong with me to even think such things. But the devil attacks us most when we are on fire for God, so now I’ve learned to rejoice through such trials. Thanks for your comment.

  9. Manal The Go Go Girl December 16, 2013 at 5:20 am - Reply

    I have 2 boys and a girl. I remember thinking when I was pregnant with my 2nd child that I could never love another child like I did my first. I was depressed even when my daughter was born but I couldn’t share with anyone. Of course, she’s my entire life right now along with my boys. I wonder if it’s just hormones.
    Thanks for sharing with us. Your family is just beautiful!!
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    • Susannah December 17, 2013 at 12:40 am - Reply

      Thanks Manal. I truly believe that my hormones played a role and I think the devil took advantage of that. Thanks so much for your comment!
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  10. thedoseofreality December 16, 2013 at 2:43 pm - Reply

    Beautiful. I love the raw honesty of this post. Isn’t it amazing how much you can fall in love with a second child? It is as if our hearts just grow a whole size.-Ashley
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  11. Vicki M Taylor December 16, 2013 at 3:54 pm - Reply

    What an awesome testimony of perseverance and faith. I am sobbing but they are happy tears for your defeat of the evil presence in your life and the success you had in your delivery and gaining a closer relationship with God. Thank you for your words. Thank you for your courage. Thank you for you. Have a blessed day. Followed from SITS.
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  12. Dana December 16, 2013 at 5:40 pm - Reply

    I would imagine that writing this brought you back to that time in your life, and then to see the photo of your beautiful son…how much has changed. My family was talking the other night about something that happened when my daughter was little, and we realized it was before my son was born. It was such an odd feeling to think about our family before he was a part of it. I feel like he always has been, even before he was created.
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    • Susannah December 17, 2013 at 12:42 am - Reply

      How true!! It’s hard to think about my life before both of my children. They are my absolute greatest blessings. Thanks so much for your comment!
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  13. Michell December 17, 2013 at 1:55 am - Reply

    Love your testimony and your transparency Susannah! It’s so true, mental warfare is real! If the enemy can get you in your mind, he’s got you. But once we realize that all he’s throwing at us are fiery darts, just as you did, we learn to cast them down by using our faith to speak His Word concerning our situation. The spirit of faith is…we believe, therefore we speak. If the enemy isn’t giving you resistance, then nine times out of ten, you’re no threat whatsoever to him. Your son is absolutely adorable and I can’t wait to hear your testimony of how our God will use him! :-) Please keep us posted! I call you and your family blessed! You too Chris! :-D
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    • Susannah December 17, 2013 at 3:53 am - Reply

      Amen, Michell! What Godly wisdom you have! Bless you and thanks so much for your comment!!!!!!
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