After Thomas and I had prayed that night, we knew we were changed, and said to each other, ”I guess we are Christians now”. But we couldn’t have imagined, that Thomas’ new faith, was about to be tested by fighting for his life in the waters of the Pacific. We didn’t know yet, that just believing, wasn’t enough. God desired a commitment of love, and faithfulness to Him, as our Father.
Thomas’ struggles were still not over for that day. He arrived back at Richard’s house, exhausted, only to hear me say; "Our baby is going to be born tonight. You need to get ready for this". There was no time to dwell on the fact, that Thomas almost died that day.
We had prepared, planned and envisioned, that our baby would be born in our tipi, at the commune in Howards Creek. But we were finding out that God had other plans for our lives, like that verse in Proverbs 16 that says; man plans his course, but God determines his steps.
We were on the floor in front of the warm stove, and Thomas started getting excited, saying he could see the baby’s head. On my knees, and finally after quite a few times of pushing, our baby slid into Thomas’ hands. He was so surprised that her eyes were open, looking straight at him as he caught her!
