Our Ever-Faithful Father!
by Leslie Buckner

Ever since I was a little girl, all I ever wanted was to be a mommy. So, when I met my husband, Sean, I soon wanted a baby! Having two sisters each with two little boys, I just knew that I was going to have a little girl and her name was going to be Hannah.

A couple of months after my father died, I had a dream in which I was talking to my dad, asking him how heaven was. He said beautiful. I then asked if he had yet met Hannah. He said, “Yes, but there is one thing. Hannah is a boy!” Years went by and I was still praying and waiting. Every time Leslie went forward to the altar, you knew what she was there for.
One weekend, a group of ladies and I decided to visit a church in Brownsville Florida. That night the pastor announced that if we needed a healing to step out into the aisle. Guess where I went! No need to say why. The next morning, we decided to go to Sunday school where the man teaching the class started prophesizing over the group from Georgia. When he got to me, he said, “You want to have children and think God is punishing you for youthful mistakes.” He said that God does not punish you when you are just a child and that I would be pregnant in a year and saw a double blessing. No one knows my past and I did feel I was being punished for it.

I began to stand on God's promise to me that I would have a child. Every time someone would make a comment like why don't you adopt or take fertility drugs, I would stand my ground and say, “NO! It is not God's perfect will for me to not have a baby and I am going to wait on Him. He does not need help. I can get pregnant without fertility drugs.”

One year, I went to Florida with my loving in laws who also wanted to help. While I went to the pool, they visited a psychic. I did not want to hear what Satan had to say to them about my future but, I was told anyway. They reported that I could get pregnant but would not be able to stay pregnant. Well, that was not acceptable! So, what would any good daughter do? I called my mom.
My mom proceeded to tell me that Satan speaks half truths and that God knows your future and as long as you trust and believe in Him, He will fulfill His promise. So I hung up the phone and danced around the condo expecting everything that had been spoken over my life.

Well, a year went by and low and behold it happened. I was pregnant! See, trusting God does work! But, little did I know the waiting was not over.

Nine weeks later I miscarried and was back to square one. This time, my faith was not as strong and I hurt. So, did that mean the psychic was right? That can't be true. I'm a child of God! Satan can't correctly predict my future. Well, one good thing about Christian friends and family, they know what to do.

My mom kept reminding me that Satan speaks in half truths. God is not finished yet. Trust, trust, trust. While I was at work one day, a friend was discussing my miscarriage with me and told me that I would get pregnant again, to just have faith. I said that I used to have strong faith but that I just didn't feel that it was strong any more. I just hurt too bad. She said that they would just have to have the faith for me. I will never forget this conversation because that is exactly what happened! All of my friends and family rallied behind me and picked me up carrying me whenever I spoke doubt. They spoke positives and it worked!

A few months later I was pregnant again but now I feared going through another miscarriage. It scared me to death. One morning I woke up to find that I was spotting. “Here we go again,” I thought. I called my mom to pray with me and she said, “Leslie I have a friend here with me that has been interceding for you and I would like her to pray with you.” There I was at my desk at work with the tears falling. Mom’s friend said, “God is knitting this baby inside of you and I have a Scripture for you.” It was the same Scripture God gave me at the church in Brownsville, Psalm 139. The next Sunday, I was reading that Scripture at church when our worship leader stood up and said the Lord gave him Psalm 139 to read. Funny how God will tell you something and, if you don't get it, He will tap you on the shoulder and tell you again. “Yes Lord,” I said, “I understand and I love you too.”

When I was little, I asked my parents for a new bike. When Christmas came, I got my bike but it had more than I asked for. It had handle streamers, a bell and a bright red flag so cars could see me coming. My heavenly Father is like that too. On May 16, 2004 I had a healthy baby boy, Jacob Sean. Not only did I get Jacob but I had a healthy pregnancy and a very easy delivery. I trusted, waited, believed and God came through!

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