Reflections

By Rachael Sales –

As the mother of eight children, six of which I naturally birthed, I am always interested in hearing the testimonies of the birthing room experience. As an avid supporter and participant of supernatural child birthing, it never ceases to amaze me how God births life in and through the very creation that He birthed and that He paid the price on Calvary for it to be painless.  There is nothing more beautiful (after experiencing new birth in Christ) than watching a child take its first breath on this side of it all. For this reason, I count it a privilege and a joy to gather the stories of wives and mothers, and provide a platform for them to be heard. Amidst the piles of laundry, the late night feedings and the little bumps and bruises, their voices cry out declaring that God is both able and willing to keep. Consider the following snippet of the labor room experience from wife and mother Stephanie Givhan:

The day that I gave birth, I remember calling Trish on the way to the hospital. She kept asking if it hurt yet. I’d be saying, No, it doesn’t. Her response was, “Okay we’ll see after those pains start hitting you.”  What an encouragement from the one that had birthed me.  Throughout the labor process I never experienced the pain that she’d spoken of. It was simply a matter of remaining calm and commanding my body through the Word of God.. I was going through the contractions painlessly and battling in my own mind why it wasn’t hurting. Throughout the process, it was second nature to me to just trust my husband, to hear his words and receive his coaching. In my mind I just couldn’t conceive of Reagan speaking as the head of my home at such a critical time and my response being, I don’t wanna hear that!  No his directions were exactly what I needed to hear in that moment. Why would it be any other way or how could it be any other way? I don’t understand women who shut their husbands’ voices out at such a critical time as birthing. My husband would be saying to me, “Body, you line up with the Word of God. Stephanie, subdue your body. Body you line up. Subdue it. Subdue it. Stephanie Relax. That is a command. Hear my voice.” And I did exactly what he said, with no resistance to it. What I learned about birthing is that whatever is in you is what comes out. All those stories that I hear of women cursing folks out in the labor room is just a result of this. It was already in them to do that. I knew that respect and admiration of my husband was in me, so when the pressure of labor was on, that’s what poured out of me.
Miss Jireh Ayana Givhan was birthed in a loving household at just the right time and in the right way.

This article was an excerpt from my forthcoming book, Birthing Nations. It was printed with the permission of Mrs. Stephanie Givhan, a loving mother of three and business owner.

Submitted by Rachael Sales,
Wife, Mother, Educator and Author
www.healingwatersonline.org

A Labor Of Love

By Rachael Sales

As the mother of eight children, six of which I naturally birthed, I am always interested in hearing the testimonies from the birthing room experience. As an avid supporter and participant of supernatural childbirthing, it never ceases to amaze me how God births life in and through the very creation that He birthed and that He paid the price on Calvary for it to be a glorious experience. There is nothing more beautiful (after experiencing new birth in Christ) than watching a child take its first breath on this side of it all. For this reason, I count it a privilege and a joy to gather the stories of wives and mothers, and provide a platform for them to be heard. Amidst the piles of laundry, the late night feedings and the little bumps and bruises, their voices cry out declaring that God is both able and willing to keep. Consider the following snippet of the labor room experience from wife and mother Kimberly Van Johnson:

When it actually came time to birth, our daughter came two weeks early. I started out contracting at home and later that evening went to the doctor. They sent me back home saying that I had dilated four to five centimeters. The contractions continued to come once I was home. One of the most beautiful things about that time was that my mother and mother-in- law were both there with me. I slept between both of them. Between contractions I’d just turn over and rest between them. One was on each side of me and my husband was kind of over all of us.

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Birthing Nations

By Rachael Sales

As the mother of eight children, six of which I naturally birthed, I am always interested in hearing the testimonies of the birthing room experience. As an avid supporter and participant of supernatural childbirthing, it never ceases to amaze me how God births life in and through the very creation that He birthed and that He paid the price on Calvary for it to be painless. There is nothing more beautiful (after experiencing new birth in Christ) than watching a child take its first breath on this side of it all. For this reason, I count it a privilege and a joy to gather the stories of wives and mothers, and provide a platform for them to be heard. Amidst the piles of laundry, the late night feedings and the little bumps and bruises, their voices cry out declaring that God is both able and willing to keep. Consider the following snippet of the labor room experience from wife and mother Ashleigh Phillips:

It’s Showtime

During the birth of our first baby, Morgan, we found out that she was faced the wrong way, and so she wasn’t coming down the canal. She was face up when she should have been face down. We tried every birthing position imaginable to get her to turn over – squatting, hanging on the birthing bar, you name it, but she never turned around. I had gotten to the point that I didn’t care what anybody thought. People were walking in and out of the room, and I just didn’t care. At that point I knew God was there and it was me and Him walking this thing through. It’s amazing when those types of thing happen causing you to become so vulnerable. I believe that we should always be like that – at the point of not caring what anybody thinks.

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