9.5 Weeks That Changed My Life

Ten years ago today (01.28.2009-01.28.2019), we stepped into the doctors office filled with immense sorrow and great hope for the future.

Exactly a week before that visit, my sweet husband’s mother entered into Heaven’s gate. She was only 67 years old.

I remember that day well. I was pregnant, 9 weeks and caring for our two little ones while my husband was at the hospital with his siblings. The call came, it was 8:35 pm “I was reading in Psalms about entering heaven and Mom entered” my husband spoke quietly.

We lost greatly that day and in the tomorrow’s that followed, but heaven gained richness filled in a woman called Marguerite Ann.

That was Tuesday, January 20, 2009.

A day and a half later, I noticed some spotting. As the next days continued our concerns grew. We made the phone call. Being 7 hours away, Mom’s viewing and funeral that Friday and Saturday, we stayed. In silence between ourselves and God, we did a lot of praying, watching, resting, and giving it to the Lord in the midst of loss, dealing with extended family, and grief.

As we sat in that office (01.28.2009) we still clung to life. By this time, the spotting was lessening. Hoping against odds we never expected to hear the next words…

“There is no baby.”

“Wait. What?
What did you just say?
How can that possibly be?”

That is impossible!

  • I had felt this little one for weeks.
  • I had questioned if I was further along then we thought because of all the movements I had felt.
  • This was impossible.
  • There IS a baby!

Again, those words pierced through my soul…

“There is no baby.”

  • “Maybe you already miscarriaged, or maybe you will in the next day or two.” The words were so cold. So removed. So lifeless.

We walked out of that office with a scheduled appointment in two days.

Numb.
Shocked.
Grieving.
Filled with questions.

What took place in the following days, the Lord kept us in the palm of His protective hand.

The next day included an ER trip which we were told, “I see a sack.” Hope was restored which created more questions.

Later that evening, I did not feel well. I thought maybe a shower would help. In that process, severe pain struck my body like a torpedo exploding into a battle ship. The hit was so powerful that it paralyzed me. The struggle to breathe was intensive and my body turned into a board.

We called for a sitter.

By the time we left the house for the ER, my body had calm down enough that I was able to walk out of the house. When I took that first step down off the porch my body released itself from it’s grip and I was covered in blood, and my breathing became much easier. Later we found out why this happened.

The trip to the ER we spent in prayer giving our little one to the Lord and our lives into His hands. Praying for a miracle. Praying for strength to accept His will. Praying what words could not express or speak, but Jesus Christ was our advocate and we knew it.

We saw a cold, lifeless, removed doctor turn into a compassionate, caring, patient man because of Jesus Christ. They took every concern or every care we had for our baby, for my life, and doubled, tripled checked on our behalf. For this we are incredibly thankful for.

  • Through a exploratory surgery (01.29.2009), it was discovered that I had an ectopic pregnancy. My right fallopian tube ruptured sending blood all throughout the inside of my body causing the severe paralyzing pain and inability to breathe. We take comfort that by this time, our little one was already safe in the arms of Jesus.
  • Our little one spent almost 10 earthly weeks with us. Some find it hard to believe, we don’t question God’s time.
  • We thank the Lord for every week we had with baby Woodruff #3. God has given me the blessings of feeling, not sight, with this little one. For weeks, our little one was alive, alert, and very active in my right fallopian tube; this gift was from the Lord, a treasure I cherish.

Today, and for the past ten years now, our little one walks on streets of gold because of Jesus Christ! The assurance of eternal life through Jesus Christ is a priceless, gracious, and merciful gift from our Lord. The hope we have in Him, that one glories day we shall see Christ, our child, Mom, and others –heaven is sweeter!

God is the author of life.

We were told that if we didn’t conceive within the next year are chances for future children would drop to 12%.

A year and eight months later, we were with child with baby #4. This didn’t come without fears or learning to trust God with this child. Her name means, “God has answered” because her two older sisters prayed every night for “a baby in Mama’s belly” for a year and eight months…and GOD ANSWERED!!

  • God hears.
  • God answers…in His time.
  • God hears the broken hearted.
  • God comforts & heals the grieving soul.
  • God never forsakes His own.

In Christ I am SHE {Saved. Hopeful. Empowered.}

Pro-Life: It’s More Than 9 Months

This is written by: Hannah Sibert Schopmeyer

As I scroll through my social media and see all the posts about the abortion law that was just passed in NY, I am flooded with the same emotions that I had at a recent pregnancy resource dinner I attended.

As I looked around the room at the hundreds of people who were applauding and cheering for the many babies that the pregnancy center had saved, I could not help but wonder what happened to those babies that were rescued?

What happened to the little baby boy that we pleaded with his alcoholic mother to not abort 7 years ago who now has severe fetal alcohol syndrome? Where were we when the birth Mother lost custody of this child? No loving home would take him, so he was placed in a low income foster home because they needed some drug money. He now spends every evening locked in a cold bedroom with several other foster children with no one caring for them.

What ever happened to the baby boy who we the Church, convinced his Birth mom that her baby was precious and deserved to live, who is now a 12 year old boy, full of hate and now sits in a juvenile delinquent home because he has already been in 15 foster homes and never felt love in any of them. He’s been Neglected, abused, and never once had anyone who cared or believed in him. Where are we now?

And then there was that beautiful mom who came in crying because she feared that her abusive boyfriend would hurt her soon to be baby girl? We cheered because we rescued that baby as well! Today that little girl is now 14 and was just found in a sex trafficking ring which her foster parents were running. Did you know Most Americans who are victims of sex trafficking come out of our own foster system? So where are we now for this little girl and the thousands of other little girls who are trafficked each night in the foster system?

As I think about all of the thousands of foster children in America who are currently without beds or in homes where they are being abused, neglected, forgotten or sex trafficked, I ask myself over and over, “Why?” Why are we not stepping up and helping these children? Why are we not giving them a voice? The years of pain these children are experiencing are far more worse than the few seconds of pain these unborn babies feel.

I ask myself how we the church can stand up and fight for the unborn, but be so unwilling to sacrifice to give these children the loving homes they deserve?

The answers I hear are:
“It would disrupt our perfect family.”
“We are just too busy with life.”
“It’s just not a desire I have.”
“It would be too hard.”
“I could not be a good parent to them.”
“It would disrupt our future plans.”
“My spouse is not on board”
“I’m afraid of how hard it might be”

…the list goes on. (Feel free to add your reason to this list)

What I have realized is that all the excuses we might have to not chose these children are the reasons a birth mother who wanted to abort her children would give! If it’s an excuse for us, wouldn’t it be an excuse for her as well? The answer is NO! Every child deserves to live and to be loved!

We desperately try to talk those mothers out of aborting their babies, but when they cannot take care of them, we ourselves are not willing to take care of them.

So yes, I believe all the mothers that abort those unwanted babies are going to have to answer for that one day. And I know this might seem harsh, but I also believe that we as Christians have all been called to care for these babies that were saved and are not being taken care of. And we, too, will be held accountable for these precious children that we have chosen to neglect and allowed to be abused.

Every single one of us can make a difference in one of these children’s lives!
If every single one of my Facebook friends would help one foster child, that would be be able to touch so many foster children in our country!
Maybe you can’t take one into your home, but you can visit them. You can show them that they are loved, you can be that one adult in their lives that made a difference!

So friends, yes, it is a very sad time that we Americans have allowed this new abortion law to pass. But may we also realize that we the church have chosen to abort the fully born.

May we support life beyond the first 9 months. If we say we choose life, then let’s put aside our fears, excuses, and self and truely save a life!


Dear Friends,

My heart has been challenged through Hannah’s words. Though Hannah and I have never personally meet she has sweetly given permission to me to share what she wrote. I first saw her post on Facebook through another mutual friend. Thank you Hannah for helping us see that pro-life is not just 9 months, it’s a lifetime.

Loving others as Christ.

  • This article reminds me of how the Christian walk of discipleship should be. We desire our friend or neighbor to come to know Jesus as Savior (a good thing) then when they do, we rejoice, and gradually leave them to fend for their own spiritual growth.
  • We drop the ball of the great commission, of discipleship.

Let’s not drop the ball physically or spiritually. Let’s make this one life count for Christ!

Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends John 15:13.

In Christ I am SHE {Saved. Hopeful. Empowered.}