• Toyosi Osinowo

The Testimony of Shiloh-Isabelle Pt. 2


For I am confident of this,that He who began a good work in you will continue to perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus.

~ Philippians 1:6

Family and friends, God is truly awesome. There is power in obedience even when things are not clear. When I decided to write about the testimony of my daughter almost 2 weeks ago, I had no idea that it would encourage so many people. I simply hoped that it would and to the glory of God, lives were impacted from it. I am grateful for the privilege I have been given to share and it is a huge blessing that I do not take for granted. Please keep sharing these posts with everyone one you know. I am certain that there are other people out there that could be encouraged too. Without further ado, here is the conclusion to the testimony of Shiloh-Isabelle.

After my husband and I found out that we were pregnant, there was an overwhelming joy in our hearts. We were so grateful to God for the opportunity he had given to us. We were ready to experience the entire prenatal process leading up to the birth of our child- at least we thought that we were. We had planned on going on a cruise prior to us finding out about our little bundle of joy so our getaway was about to become a babymoon. The following week after my doctor confirmed the pregnancy, I went in for an ultrasound. I was so excited and was so sure everything was going to be fine. Then it happened- the ultrasound tech was extremely quiet. She insisted on saying nothing until the doctor came in. “Oh no! What now?” I thought to myself. As though the doctor could read my mind, she responded by telling me that I may not be able to take that trip after all. She worried that the pregnancy may have been ectopic- which meant that the fetus was outside my uterus and will eventually die and cause life threatening effects for me as well. Being that this will require emergency treatment, she advised that I should not be sailing on sea because I might not have access to the adequate medical attention that I will need. My heart sunk. Even though she said that they were going to run some more tests to confirm the diagnosis, I was still very discouraged. The results of the test were not going to be available until the very day that we were set to sail out of New Orleans. Really? What were the odds? I called my husband who suggested that we call our spiritual dad. He prayed with us and assured us that God was in control. He reminded us to walk in faith and not fear. So we decided to still take our vacation. We drove to New Orleans and boarded the cruise ship the next day. I remember being so apprehensive while we were on board, waiting for the ship to sail. I knew that once we were on the waters, there was no going back. I also knew that I had to trust God and believe that He had the final say. I remembered how I allowed fear and self-absorption to rob me of my joy during the first pregnancy. I made up my mind to live in faith and decided to trust God completely. I decided to enjoy the moment with my husband. The ship began to sail and I became so excited. My phone rang simultaneously- it was my doctor’s office. The nurse delivered the great news!!! The pregnancy was NOT ectopic!!! We were so elated. AH!!!! God is truly awesome. We had passed the test and were grateful to God for giving us the grace to.

We enjoyed our babymoon and returned back to Houston. We began to plan ahead and anticipate the arrival of our blessing. Like most women, changes began to take place in my body and I almost started complaining but thank God for the Holy Spirit who convicted me. My spiritual dad also encouraged me to be thankful. He would say things like: “Rather than complain, thank God you are experiencing the discomfort because it is proof that you have what a lot of people will do anything to have.” Sometimes, we as humans tend to complain when God blesses us with what we prayed for because it does not usually appear or feel the way we anticipated it to. Thankfully, we serve a God that is so merciful to still bless us even in the midst of our ingratitude. From that moment on, I was determined to be grateful irrespective of what came my way during the process. I was also determined to serve others like never before and not use my pregnancy as an excuse. By His Grace, I was able to do more than I was prior to being pregnant. I remember being afraid of falling while I was pregnant because of my knees (both of them tend to shift out of place from time to time due to prior injuries from my track days). I was so sure that I would be wearing flip-flops all through the pregnancy. For those that know me, they will tell you that I LOOOOOVE wearing my heels so I was not looking forward to that. To my surprise, God did the unthinkable- I comfortably wore any and every kind of heel that I wanted to until the day I gave birth to our daughter. I was so comfortable that I almost forgot about the fear I had until the Holy Spirit reminded me. I was so overwhelmed and amazed at how God made this pregnancy such a blissful one. As soon as I stopped complaining about the minute things (such as morning sickness and not being able to eat meat, lol) I began to enjoy every bit of it. My skin was glowing, and I was in the best shape I had been in a while. I would love to say that I worked out and took great care of myself but the truth is that God was the one taking care of me. I did not go to the gym once and I did not take as much walks as I should have. Despite that, I was in shape and very healthy. I barely wore any maternity clothes; I even fit into some clothes I was not able to wear prior to being pregnant. Most folks were oblivious to my being pregnant until when I was almost 8 months into the pregnancy. I know for a fact that all that was all God.

I was 8 months pregnant during this photoshoot

Despite all these things that God had done for me, there was still one thing that I wanted so bad- to have my child naturally.

My doctor had informed me that because of the myomectomy that I previously had, it was impossible for me to have our daughter by myself. She told me that I would have to have her via C-section. Now, this came as a shock to me because I never even considered that possibility. I wanted to have a natural birth so bad. I did not envision having my child any other way. I was convinced that having the baby via cesarean section will not be as gratifying. Looking back now, I realize how ridiculous I was for thinking that way. God had a plan to teach me a valuable lesson that I will never forget. My doctor had scheduled the date she wanted us to have the C-section done. In my heart, I kept hoping that God will make the baby come earlier so I can have her naturally (even though my doctor already informed me of how dangerous that could be for both the baby and I). By now, I am sure you have finally realized that I can be very stubborn and unrealistic sometimes :-). However, I am forever grateful to God for His mercy and love in spite of me. He chose to not grant my silly request and so, my doctor did just as she planned.

June 23rd, 2015 was the day the Lord ordained for Shiloh-Isabelle to be born into this world. Nothing could have prepared me for what was in store for me on that day. On the morning of, my husband and I headed to the hospital. I was so overwhelmed and nervous all at the same time. My mom, who flew in from Nigeria, encouraged and prayed with me as we headed to the hospital. My spiritual dad called to pray along with us as well. My wonderful husband did everything he could to calm my nerves and put a smile on my face. Despite all the support I received from all my loved ones, I knew one thing for sure- ONLY GOD WAS GOING TO SEE ME THROUGH THIS. I was so anxious to get to the hospital and meet our daughter. Time was not moving fast enough.

When we got to the hospital, we went through all the necessary procedure to get prepped for surgery. Then they separated my husband and I so that they could give me the anesthesia to numb my lower limbs and abdomen. From that point on, I knew that I had no choice but to look to God. Once the anesthesia was in my body, they laid me down and strapped both my hands and legs. Then my husband came in and joined me. Tears started rolling down my cheeks as soon as I saw him. At this point, I could no longer feel my legs and the nurses gave me an oxygen mask to help me breathe (I was unable to breathe properly due to the anesthesia). I had never felt so helpless in my life. My husband began to comfort me and assure me that everything was going to be fine. I was scared out of my mind but something amazing happened to me. Right then and there, was a stillness that I could not explain. In that very moment, I had one of the most intimate conversations I have ever had with my maker. He began to make me understand why He took me down this path rather than what I had desired. I began to understand that I needed Him more than ever. I finally understood that being in the helpless state that I was left me no CHOICE but to absolutely depend on HIM. Tears kept rolling down my eyes as I began to apologize. I was so caught up in trying to earn the "medal" that came with having Belle naturally (as though even that would have been in my control either) that I completely lost sight of the FACT that only God deserves the praise for what was about to happen. He was the one who authorized the existence of the baby and He alone will be the one to complete the process of bringing her into the world. Upon coming to the realization of this, I switched my tears to laughter and began to worship Him like never before. The nurses thought I was crazy. They thought I was simply being emotional about the process but it was bigger than that. I was basking in the glory of a GOD so mighty and able yet so loving and compassionate. A God that had brought me to that very moment. MY GOD. As soon as the doctor began to push into my abdomen to bring our daughter out, I felt a joy that I could not contain. I looked over to my husband and told him that it was time. I felt the wind of God's peace in that room. Seconds later, we heard Shiloh-Isabelle's cry!!! The moment I laid my eyes on her, I knew why God gave us the name for her:

Shiloh- God's gift of Peace

Isabelle- Devoted to God.

She was HIS gift to us and we have to constantly remember that and willingly give her back to HIM. She was made for glory to fulfill her divine purpose here on earth. She does not belong to us. We are simply people that God entrusted her with. We are not to take it for granted or even try to take any credit for anything that has to do with her. She is HIS child and His GIFT to us.

The testimony of Belle taught me a lot of things but the most important lesson that I learnt was that I am nothing and I can do nothing without God. Everything that I am and have is all by His mercy and grace. I am not more deserving than anyone still trusting God to bless them with their own children. Neither am I better than those that had their babies naturally. I am not better than even those that even lost their babies before or after delivery. See, we are all God's creation and He is the author of our lives. He is the only one that has the ability to do both the things we consider as 'big' and 'small'. If only we realize that ANYTHING that we have been able to do or accomplish simply by His grace. If only we acknowledge that we know nothing and are nothing without HIM. If only we can daily HUMBLE ourselves before our maker. If only we could..... I want to encourage someone today: Do not allow your human reasoning to limit God. He works in ways that we will never be able to comprehend. All you have to do is simply trust and depend on Him and know that whatever your heart desires, He will grant them to you according to His will for your life. Don't quit. Don't go looking for other alternatives. HE is the only guaranteed option you have. God bless you.

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