On April 24 of last year my grandmother passed away. It was the worst feeling ever. I felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest. To make matters worse, my doctor called later that evening and told me that my test results were in. I was diagnosed with PCOS. My fiancé and I were trying to have another baby after a miscarriage almost two years prior. He told me that he loved me and would not leave me.

Three months later a week or so before my birthday, I came home after working a twelve hour shift. He said that he wants a family and since I can’t give him that we can’t be together. He gave me a few months to get my things and leave. During that time I grew closer to God.

A month after that he was diagnosed with low testosterone and had to get shots. He called me to help him and teach him how to do it. I didn’t want to but I thought about WWJD and helped him. We did not talk for months after he got comfortable doing his own shots.

Two weeks ago he called me and said that he was sent to a specialist. The specialist told him that he would not be able to have children. In that moment I, forgot about everything that he had ever said or did to me and dropped to my knees in prayer for him.

A few nights ago, I had a dream that I had a baby. The next day my old college counselor told me that she feels like I am going to have a baby soon. My doctor told me that looking at me there is no physical reason that I won’t be able to have a baby.

All I have to say is that the effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much and whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.