It was beautiful time when I learned that I was expecting. My husband and I wanted a daughter, since we already had two sons. Everything was progressing well. My previous pregnancies had gone off without a hitch. Alas, this time our joy was short-lived. When I was close to my twentieth week of pregnancy our doctor told us: “It’s a girl, but the prospects do not look good. You may miscarry at any moment.” I asked the doctor if there was any chance of seeking treatment at some clinic or other. His reply was simple and terse: “No chance at all!”
This was a great shock to my husband and me. Here we had a daughter, and yet we felt as if we had already lost her. There followed visits to hospitals, periods of lying in bed, anxiety, and tears. I was heartbroken along with my whole family. No end to the tears. Then, one overcast day, the sun burst in through the window. My fears suddenly left me, and I thought to myself: “Why are you crying? Are human words more important than the words of Jesus?”
From then on everything changed. I entrusted the whole matter to God’s mercy. We prayed earnestly to Jesus and Our Blessed Mother. Every day we recited the chaplet of Divine Mercy for our daughter’s safe delivery. We also offered up Holy Masses at Jasna Góra and the Divine Mercy Shrine in Łagiewniki. The time dragged on, but differently somehow, for whenever I became anxious over the outcome, I would pick up the rosary and say, “Jesus, lift me up!” and each time Jesus and the Blessed Mother would raise my spirits, and I became stronger.
Having carried the child to full term and arrived at the hospital, exhausted by my fears over the baby, I paid a visit to the chapel. As it was nearly 3:00 p.m., I began to pray the chaplet of Divine Mercy. At a certain moment a feeling of peace and wellbeing came over me. I forgot where I was and what was happening to me; I had no desire even to return to my husband and children whom I loved dearly. Suddenly, I came to myself and saw the rosary in my hand. I realized I was close to the Lord. It was Jesus who had drawn me to His bosom, immersed me in the rays of His great Mercy, so as to take away my fears and constant dread—that I might believe that the ‘Lord could do all things.’
A few hours later our dear sweet little daughter Maria came into the world—lovely and in perfect health. During the delivery I prayed in the spirit of the chaplet. I felt I had help—great help—not medical help, but that of Jesus Himself, His Blessed Mother, and all the Saints. I felt their closeness.
After this I understood that “for God all things are possible.” For us human beings, this would have been the end, but not for God. For Him it was the beginning of a new life, and for me it was an enormous grace. About this grace I am writing today. I want to share it with everybody and tell them: entrust your affairs, your very self, your families to God’s mercy. Trust without reservation! Knock and the door will be opened to you! Nothing is impossible for God.
Elizabeth