Spirit of Thanksgiving: A Mother’s Love

Spirit of Thanksgiving: A Mother’s Love

As I reflect on the many things that I’m grateful for in this life, I think about my shining light, Khaleesi Royalle . Her birthday fell on Thanksgiving this year, a day of gratitude and thankfulness. I want to take a moment to express my love for her and my thankfulness to God for the blessings and favors he’s showered over her before she was even born. I’m so thankful and am overwhelmed with the love I have for her. I thank God that we get to celebrate her first year of life. It is with a spirit of thanksgiving that I wish you a happy belated birthday, Khaleesi!

Speaking Life Over My Daughter 

On April 14, 2021, I awoke at  5 a.m. In the stillness of the morning I could hear a voice say, “I am with child and this one will stick.” I had not missed a period and there was no speculation or thought that I could possibly be pregnant again. 

This would be the beginning of a life with great purpose and destiny. 

For 9 long months I struggled to maintain not just one, but two lives. The enemy wanted my pregnancy with Khaleesi to end but God saw fit to bless us anyway.

 Due to the circumstances surrounding her father and I, I wanted to have an abortion. I made the appointment but her dad was against it and reminded me that I was not God. 

Simultaneously I received a call from my spiritual aunt who told me God instructed her to tell me that I would not abort the baby! At this time, no one besides David knew that I was pregnant. We initially discussed not disclosing because I’d previously miscarried and we didn’t want to disappoint our immediate family. This was a spiritual intervention! 

Throughout the pregnancy I struggled with significant health issues. I was suffering on the inside, and no one truly understood the gravity of my pain. I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes, which is extremely dangerous for the fetus. My gestational diabetes was uncontrolled and I recall having to check my blood sugar levels on a daily basis and taking insulin four times a day. I was assigned a nurse, a nutritionist, and I also had to seek an OB specialist  for the pregnancy. I was advised that she would be stillborn and would not make it. I openly rebuked the doctor; he had the audacity to repeat after rebuking him that she would be stillborn. In his words, he coldly said, “Let me say it again–she will be a stillborn.” I rebuked him in Jesus' name again! I was shocked and heartbroken to hear these negative declarations. However, he nor anyone else would stop her destiny. She has a purpose and God saw her through!

When man says no, God says, YES. 

To confirm this, I recall when my pastor called me on a Wednesday afternoon to share instructions that God gave him to have a revival. He asked me if I wanted prayer for anyone. I told him yes, that prayer was needed for my entire staff and family. He then invited me to church that night. 

When the call concluded, the Holy Spirit told me to go and that the pastor was going to lay hands on me. I left the office a few hours later, arrived home, and decided that since I was tired from being at the office all day that I would watch the service virtually. I threw on my house dress and immediately the Holy Spirit quickened me and reminded me that I needed to go. I fought and attempted to rationalize with the spirit but I decided to stop arguing with the spirit and go. 

When I finally arrived the pastor was mid-sermon, deep in the word. I sat down and mid-way through his sermon he said, “Chevon, come up here. I’m going to lay hands on you.” He grabbed some oil and once he laid hands on me the Holy Spirit immediately entered and he began to talk to me. I could hear him say, “I’m going into your womb.”  I knew at this point that my daughter was protected. 

On the day of her birth the devil still tried but GOD said NO! Upon delivering, Khaleesi was not breathing. I recall that dreadful moment when she transitioned from my womb and there was a deafening silence. I was repeatedly asking, “Why isn’t she crying?” with no response but I refrained from panicking. I knew Angels were in the room. Khaleesi was immediately admitted to the NICU. Riddled with anxiety and desperation, I declared that she would not spend no more than 24 hours in the NICU. God answered my prayers.  24 hours later, Khaleesi was back in my arms in full recovery! I thank God for his never-ending mercy and here we are, a year later, celebrating her life. 

Thankfulness for Preservation of Her Life

I want to share this story with you all. If you’re a parent, you will be able to relate to the emotions that I went through when experiencing this scare.

When Khaleesi was just a few months old, we had a choking scare. I was combing her hair and feeding her in my lap when suddenly, I got a premonition that she would choke, so I decided to give her some milk. Shortly after she began drinking her bottle, she began to gag. I realized that she was choking. 

I immediately felt a shift, like the holy spirit had taken command of my body, instructing me to act as soon as she began choking. The moment seemed to move in slow motion. I immediately called out for my other children to call 911. I could feel my spirit leave my body, replaced by the Holy Spirit as I sprang into action. I flipped her upside down, repeatedly struck my palm against her back, and turned her rightside up. I placed my index finger into the back of her throat to scoop a ribbon out. I realized that she must have slipped it into her mouth unnoticed while I was doing her hair. I recall feelings of intense relief flooding over me when she was delivered; it was one of the scariest moments of my life! All I could do was cry and thank God.

Had I allowed the spirit of panic and fear to command me, I don’t know if Khaleesi would be here today. I thank God for His mercy in allowing me to move and act quickly. I thank God that He was able to guide me through that scary moment and prevent a nightmare from transpiring. When I reflect on all these attacks from the enemy, I thank God that he preserved her life and will continue to give Him all the due glory and praise.

A Mother’s Love

A mother’s love is truly like none other. When I think of the love that I have for my children, I think of the ocean. Its depth can hardly be measured. It’s a force to be reckoned with and is a strong and powerful presence in nature. That’s what my love is like for them. Immeasurable. Powerful. All encompassing. A powerful presence.  Being a mother requires relentless sacrifice, oftentimes without reward. It’s late nights and early mornings, fervent prayers in the middle of the night. It’s selfless and whole, a love that truly cannot be described but is felt 100 times over. 

Another instrumental part of being a mother is providing protection–mind, body, spirit, and soul. It is a sacred duty that goes beyond being a provider. There is more to being a mother than providing the bare necessities. It’s about being emotionally present, being a safe space, and being a peaceful and stable presence. Above all things, I’m thankful. I’m grateful for my children and I’m thankful this season and every season to be celebrating life, family, and a whole lot of love. 

What are you thankful for this season? Let us know in the comments by visiting my Facebook at Chevon Nicole and Instagram @iamchevonnicole.

Yours Truly, 

Chevon Nicole