Could You Do That Again?
by Miss Adria June 4, 1999
These were the words that I heard the Lord say to me as I sat in the living room in the green rocking chair holding and rocking Mercy, my 10th child. I had had some complications with her birth and had to be on total bed rest. One night I was sleeping and had turned over and began to hemorrhage. I turned on to my back and began praying that in the name of Jesus the bleeding would stop. It did miraculously and the next day my children and Stephen made a cot loaded me into the back of the red van and ferried me in to the hospital for an ultrasound. The ultrasound had revealed that the placenta, or afterbirth, was at the bottom of my uterus completely blocking the birth canal. It had pulled away. That was the beginning of 6 weeks of total bed rest.
Some days were good and some were long and I thought they would never end. I had a calendar by my bed and I would cross off the day each night at 10 and thank God that I had made it another day. I worked at trying to keep myself busy writing and helping out in our ministry in any way that I could. That helped a lot.
So here I was sitting in the rocking chair rocking that precious bundle, Mercy, for which we had waited so long. She had been born 3 weeks early, but she was healthy and fine. I believe I had been praying and singing and rocking the baby and the spirit of the Lord came into the room. I had only had this type of experience once before about 8 years earlier.
My stepsister, Donya, was in labor and I was there to help her. It was raining this night and very dark. Her labor was progressing and she seemed like she wanted to push, but the midwife was not there! I was quite distressed and then the Spirit of the Lord came into the room from the right side and the Lord said, “The midwife is not going to get here in time and everything is going to be okay.” That gave me faith and I went ahead and delivered her son. Everything was okay and the midwife did eventually come. She had gotten lost in the rain and dark.
Now as I sat in that rocking chair, the Spirit of the Lord came into the room again just like that time and said, “Could you do that again?” You know so many times after we go through a situation we form an opinion, “Oh that was so hard I never want to do that again!” But my answer that day was, “Yes, Lord. How could I say that I couldn’t do that again. You are the one that gave me the grace for each day and really carried me through. It wasn’t me.” And that was all the Lord asked me and His presence lifted.
One day I remembered this experience as a precious lady came to visit me and there I was laying down again because I had had some bleeding with this 12th child! It all of the sudden dawned on me what the Lord had asked me 7 years earlier after Mercy’s birth, “Could you do that again?” Then I began to think about my present situation. Here I was lying down again, similar circumstances.....but wait it was the same time of year! In fact this baby was due the same time Mercy was due! It was totally incredible. But that was only the beginning of the coincidences!
I was laying down again and this time I was blessed to have a computer, so I passed the time working on publications for the Hide the Word in Your Heart Club and I was quite busy. I learned to type on my side. This time I was not on total bed rest like before. I could get up to go to the bathroom and could turn from side to side.
The children and Stephen were so nice to me, bringing me food and visiting with me and calling in a lot. Stephen had a cell phone so I could get him anytime that I needed him. I was totally blessed. I felt bad that I could not be up helping my family, but tried to make up for it by busying myself helping the ministry. I was really working toward carrying the baby into June, that would give the baby time to gain weight and be stronger.
It was May 27, Mercy’s 7th birthday. Stephen had taken her out to breakfast on his motorcycle and while she was gone the children baked a cake and decorated so that when they got back she had a birthday party with some gifts. Then Stephen took all of the children out to a campsite not far from our home to go swimming. Paul stayed home with me. I had just returned from the restroom and was laying down visiting with Paul and I had a spurt of something come out and then another and another. I dared not move, but asked Paul to pray for me. “Mom, don’t you want to get up and see what is happening?” I replied, “No I better just lie still” So we called Stephen and he headed back toward home. Meanwhile I checked to see what I was losing and found it was blood. As soon as Stephen arrived we would go to the hospital. I had called ahead, but my usual doctor was at a conference and another doctor was on call.
Stephen arrived home and said, “We’ve got to get you into the car.” He picked me up and something began to gush out all over! I said, “Please get me to the car as fast as possible!” We later decided that my water bag must have broken and I was losing blood and water as we left a trail from the bedroom to the car. Stephen’s pants were soaked as well. That was a very scary moment. As he put me into the front seat of the car with the seat tilted back, (all of our seats are bucket seats!) Paul was so lead of the Lord.
He took my feet and propped them up on the dash. That helped to stop the bleeding. Here we were in the car calling out to the Lord with my life and the baby’s hanging in the balance. There was nothing left to do but trust the Lord. We were coming from Katy and would have to take I-10 and then the Beltway and then Hwy 59 N. By this time it started to rain and we were in a full scale thunderstorm. The rain poured down and the hail was pounding the car and we could barely see! Should we pull over or keep going? We kept going and arrived at the hospital in probably record time!
When we arrived it was pouring down and they could not get me out of the car for the rain. Everyone was soaked and the stretcher was wet. I was blessed to have a couple of towels brought from home to cover myself! So in we went and straight to labor and delivery where they began getting me ready to have a c-section to deliver the baby! Thank God the bleeding had slowed way down.
The doctor on call compelled Dr Tsai to come as this was my 4th c-section and 12th child. He didn’t feel too confident entering that type of situation. Dr Tsai arrived promptly. He had been at a Benny Hinn Crusade and hadn’t wanted to leave the anointing. Stephen told him on the phone, “Dr Tsai, you already have the anointing. We need your help here! The anointing is for service now! So please come!” He arrived shortly. He is a precious Christian doctor that we met 10 years ago at Grace Chapel. He delivered all of our first C-sections, Amy Grace and two others, Mercy and John. He was scheduled to deliver this child as well. He is a spirit filled Christian Chinese doctor who is anointed for difficult situations. (Of the 12 children, 8 were born natural at home and now 4 in the hospital with c-sections with Dr Tsai’s help.)
It was decided that I would have an epidural and be awake for the delivery. Stephen went into the operating room with us and was there by my side. Both doctors were intently working on me to deliver the baby. Stephen said he could only look to the Lord, pray, and comfort me, which he did holding my hand and calling on Jesus. He said there was too much blood to look at the natural surroundings and both of the doctors looked so serious. Before long you could hear this beautiful loud strong cry! “It’s a girl! And she is perfect!”
They handed her to Stephen. What a sweet precious bundle! Before long Daddy was off to carry her to the nursery and Mom was taken to recovery. What a blessing! Then I started to think. This was Mercy’s Birthday! The baby had been born on the same day as Mercy! I had had to lay down with her too! The night Mercy was born I had just finished watching Benny Hinn on TV and began to bleed and they took me to the hospital lying on the floor of our red van. Here this evening the doctor had been to a Benny Hinn partner’s conference! Here I was in the same hospital Mercy had been born in and with the same doctor that had delivered Mercy! Wow! What a coincidence and a miracle! Praise the Lord for his blessings and miracles! What are we going to name this little bundle?
Of course several names were tossed about. The people at the hospital said that the baby had to be named by the time that we left. “Oh my, what are we going to name her?” Melody, age 8, came to the hospital and brought a letter and said, “Mom you can read this later.” So some time later I opened it to find a letter for me and one for the baby. The letter was precious. It read: Dear Baby Sister, My name is Melody. I am your big sister that really loves you. I prayed for you every night and still will. How do you like Miracle for a name? I want you to know that you are a really special baby and that God loves you. Love you much, Melody When I read the name “Miracle” something in me clicked.
A real joy flooded my heart now and I could really receive this little bundle from heaven as truly she was a “Miracle”. Now I could accept her and love her realizing that she was just that, a “miracle” and that God had done so many miracles to help us to keep her. I had even threatened miscarriage earlier in my pregnancy with her and to be truthful I had guarded my heart from accepting this child as all signs from the start seemed to indicate she might not make it. But I was able by the Spirit of the Lord to release all my fears and accept his abundant grace into my heart. I began thanking Him for my miracle! Now you understand why it meant so much to us to hear several different nurses repeat the words over our little baby, “She’s perfect!” (2 Sam 22:31) The head baby nurse held her up saying, “Why she’s a little Star!”, not knowing anything about the Star Family Singers!
Her second name became “Rose”. Why Rose? Well that was a name my children and Stephen have always liked. Also, that evening looking up at the television while I was in the hospital I saw Paul and Jan Crouch pointing to a rose in a case with the words “Our Miracle Rose” above it. We had the sound down so we couldn’t hear what they were saying about the rose. But that name just shined like a neon light. “Miracle Rose!” Stephen and I both felt a witness of the spirit, but never discussed it at that time and just kept praying, “Lord you know her by name.” The Daily Light, our most cherished devotional, had this scripture in it for May 27th. “Thou hast found grace in my sight and I know thee by name.” Ex 33. So, we didn’t have to “think up” a name, but rather get into the Spirit and ask God . “Miracle Rose!” Yes that would be her name.
And to add to the drama, Miracle was given a flower while in the hospital by a precious friend named Laura. (Who later became our daughter-in-law) Guess what it was? That’s right! A Rose! That was the only flower that someone brought especially for the baby!
Later, I by the spirit, turned on the television and lo and behold there was the rerun of the “Our Miracle Rose” segment. We listened intently to hear the story. It was a rose that a lady had given to Jan Crouch in Red Square in what is now St. Petersburg. She said in perfect English, “Thank you”. Then as Jan turned to ask someone to take a picture lo and behold, the beautiful lady was gone! How could she be gone? They were in a large square and you could have seen anyone walking away! They believed she was an angel giving them a rose and thanking them for reaching out to Russia. So we give thanks for our “Miracle Rose” and for you and for all of your fervent prayers for us! The Lord sure has answered them and honored them. We thank you from the bottom of our hearts. We don’t know what we would do without your prayers and especially the Lord’s faithfulness!
“They that know thy name will put their trust in thee, for thou Lord hast not forsaken them that seek thee!” Psalm 9:10
We love you!
Love in Jesus, Adria and Stephen The Star Family Singers