I was told by the doctor after I had my first child in 1990 that I won't be able to have any more kids and the doctor suggested a hysterectomy. I was eighteen at the time and still on my father's insurance so he denied the hysterectomy because he said I was too young. Never thinking I would have another child I didn't use protection or any means of birth control.
Ten years later I found myself pregnant again, which to me seemed to be a miracle from God. I was still going through my little dilemmas searching for love because my self-esteem was low and in an unhealthy relationship. My baby's father was on drugs, sleeping around, staying gone for weeks at a time, and he had stolen almost everything he could get his hands on and sold them. I had gotten a lot of ridicule about my relationships and how my life was going. I was in a backslidden condition. I was told that I was going to have a boy because I look like the type to bear all boys. I was told that my baby was going to be crack addicted because the father smoked crack. I was told my baby would be born sick. My response was that it was according to my faith and I didn't have to believe any of it. I have always wanted a girl, so much so that I bought girl clothes even though I knew I was having a boy during my first pregnancy.
We have a friend of the family who is a prophet and he had come by my house one day while I was about five months pregnant. He said the Lord sent him to my house and he asked for a glass of water. I poured him a glass of water and after he drank it I poured more water in the glass and drank from his glass. But before I drank from his glass I told the Lord that everything concerning me that He has said about me will come to pass because I believe the prophet. I told him I needed deliverance and healing and a way out of what I was in. The prophet began to pray through my house and he called out everything I was going through. After he prayed he came to me and told me that God is dealing with me according to my faith. This was close around Christmas time and I took a trip to go see my mother first and then my father. My ultrasound was scheduled for when I returned home.
While I was at my mother's house I saw a vision of my baby's father with a dark-skinned, very skinny young lady in my bedroom. It shook me! I told my mother what I saw and she said I may be a bit paranoid because I never left my boyfriend in my house alone. It made sense but I could not shake what I saw. While I was at my father's house I cried and cried because the vision seemed so real as if it actually happened. While everyone was asleep I went into the living room and just cried. Then I heard audibly, "Now faith is the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things not seen." I turned around to see who was in the living room with me, but there was no one. It was only me. I heard it again, "Now faith is the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things not seen.", so I looked down at my stomach and I placed my hands there and said, "God, even if it is a boy I believe you can change the sex just for me." After making that declaration I said, "Faith, I will name her Faith". Then I heard the voice again but this time it was fading away, "Now faith is the substance of things hoped for; the evidence of things not seen."
After my visit with my father I went back home to St. Louis, Missouri and there was a young lady who lived right next door. We hardly talked but she asked me if I could come over because there was something she needed to tell me. I went over and she began to describe a young lady my boyfriend had in my house and this was her description: "She was dark skinned and skinny", her exact words! I told her I knew already and I thanked her. So the vision I has was not paranoia, it was fact and God was showing me.
On the day of my ultrasound the nurse asked me if I wanted to know what I was having, I looked towards her and stated I was having a girl. She looked astonished and replied, "Yes, it's a little girl!". I don't glory in anything bad happening to anyone, this is just to inform all to be careful because when we speak against another we can be speaking our own death sentence. Everything that was spoken against me while I carried my daughter Faith, who is sixteen today, happened to each and every individual and God allowed me to witness it. "But without faith it is impossible to please Him: for he that cometh to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of them that diligently seek Him." (Hebrews 11:6).