I didn’t feel the epidural, until the steroids hit my leg. As I moaned, the doctors encouraged me, “We hit the sweet spot!” Afterward, they explained that my back was so inflamed they couldn’t get the full dose of medicine. I would need a series of injections.
I didn’t want to hear that, because I believed God would heal me through this one. I also know that God often has a better plan. Like me screaming, “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!” while enduring that pain that no accurate description can describe.
I came to this passage last night. Abraham and Sarah knew the facts. Physically conceiving a child and carrying it full term was impossible, just like the facts about my injections. But Abraham and Sarah didn’t waver at doubt. In spite of the facts, they believed the promise of God when God promised Abraham, he would become a father to many descendants.