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Could that be right? “Jeremy,” she later told her husband, “I think I know why I’m so sick.” “Really? Why?” “I think I’m pregnant!” Both Renée’s family doctor and her obstetrician confirmed that her symptoms weren’t the flu. “It looks like you got pregnant on Dec. 31,” her obstetrician said. Renée and Jeremy couldn’t stop laughing with joy. They’d never been so happy. But five weeks later, she started cramping and spotting. The next morning, she and Jeremy sat at the kitchen table in silence. An oppressive heaviness in the atmosphere. The voice of the Lord cut through the quiet. 'I don’t give broken gifts.' “That word from God changed everything,” Renée recalls. “From then on when issues came up, we dismissed them.” On Sept. 14, 2009, nine years after trying to start a family, Renée gave birth to Jemma Grace. She was born one month before Renée’s 40th birthday. “We were perfectly content with one child,” Jeremy explains. “But when Jemma was 2 years old, Renée woke me one morning and showed me a positive pregnancy test.” Cohen Gabriel was born Oct. 27, 2011, at a whopping 9 pounds. These days, Jeremy is on staff at Gateway Church in Southlake, Texas, and Renée still works at KCM. Jemma is 7 and Cohen is 5. The children are inseparable. “If we hadn’t become Partners with KCM and learned to live by faith, we wouldn’t have these children today,” Jeremy says. “It was no accident that Renée got pregnant with Jemma on New Year’s Eve 2008. We were covenant Partners with the prophet who released that word at the same time Renée had been saying, ‘Let it be done unto me.’ That powerful word brought forth a child. “Looking back, we realized that God knew the fight of faith we’d have to endure to bring our children into the world. That’s why He had us sow our best seed—everything we had—into that Chinese orphanage. We had no idea we were sowing into our own family, but God knew and He blessed us with children of our own.” V * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The Abiding Life by Jeremy Pearsons I never again want to see the look I saw in the eyes of my precious little girl the night she suddenly came under attack from a sickness that made it difficult for her to breathe. She’d completely lost her voice, too, but she didn’t have to say anything, because the panic in her eyes told the whole story. Doing her best to sleep, she lay in our bed and I lay right beside her with my hand gently on her back. “In the Name of Jesus,” I said, “little lungs, you be free and clear.” I must have said those words a hundred times or more, in addition to the many scriptures I read over her through the course of that night. I wasn’t scared at the presence of sickness in my home. I knew better than to yield to fear. But I was, however, frustrated by the total lack of power I sensed in my words and my prayers over her. My words were good, but something was missing, and I knew it. All through that night, the Lord was so merciful to us, and to Jessie. After a visit to the family doctor the next day, she bounced right back and began doing much better. But I was still very aware that something was seriously wrong, not with her but with me. I needed to be able to lay hands on my daughter with confidence, knowing that what was in me was greater than what was against me. Over the next 24 hours, I came face to face with the answer to my problem, and I’m thankful it didn’t take any longer than that to see how to fix this serious lack of power. BVOV : 23

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