By Linnette R. Mullin
“The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.” Psalm 18:2 (ESV)
The doctor’s eyes sparkled as his grin spread wide. “You are very pregnant. Congratulations!”
Shock paralyzed me. No joy. No sorrow. Just fear, dread, and… a spark of hope? I couldn’t fathom what God was up to.
“Trust Me! For my ways are higher than your ways.”
I want to, Lord.
The sparkle in the doctor’s eyes dimmed. “Well, I’m excited.”
I gave him an exhausted smile. “Thanks. I will be. I’m just in shock right now.”
He didn’t know what darkness filled my life. Job loss loomed large. My tattered health dangled me over the grave. My family was coming apart at the seams. Desperation clawed at me. I was so broken. How would having a fourth child help?
Arriving home, the tiny spark of hope flickering somewhere in the depths of my heart burned a little brighter. I prayed God would use this baby to heal all the broken places inside me.
Deciding he needed a special name, I took down my New Testament Hebrew dictionary. My eyes skimmed the pages when one word jumped out at me. “Garrison.” Though a garrison is known as a fort placed in a strategic location for supplying troops or for the protection of the defenseless, this dictionary gave a one word definition: placed.
My breath caught. God’s spirit touched my heart and that tiny spark of hope ignited into a tenuous flame. I knew in that moment God had placed this baby in my life at this particular time for a special purpose. He would work everything out for my good and His glory. Though the darkness in my life had not lifted and I couldn’t see my hand in front of my eyes, I could trust God. He would deliver me.
In the time it took to carry and deliver Garrison, God began to heal my family, provide for our financial needs and improve my health. Garrison’s middle name attests to this: Michael means – Who is like Jehovah?!
Though trials of life continue to come, the darkness that once engulfed my soul has lifted. God’s ocean of grace carries me through every moment – good and bad.
And as God reminded me the day I learned Garrison Michael was on his way: “…My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways, declares the LORD. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:8-9 (ESV)
Now, when I start questioning God’s wisdom, I look to the miracle of my fourth son. He is my constant reminder that no matter what happens in life, God knows what is best for me. When he brings an unexpected twist into my life, I realize he is in control – and that’s a good thing.
Who is like Jehovah? He is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer, the God in whom I take refuge; my shield, and my salvation, my stronghold – my garrison. In him I trust.