Kate-Lynn is a friend of the PCC. Two minutes of talking with her will show the two loves in her life: Jesus, and her little boy Theon whose name means “godly.” She’s offered to share parts of her journey with us. This scene reveals the shock — and accompanying peace — that came as she and her friend Angela watched two lines appear.
I had taken a pregnancy test before. That time it came back negative, and I remembered there being no indication of two lines as soon as I emptied by bladder onto the test. When I took the test this time, I saw a hint of two lines immediately. “Dang it” is what went through my head. I put the test down and waited like I was supposed to. Angela was nearby. The whole time I pretty much knew the results, but I just wanted to wait and make sure.
When the time came to check the test, we both looked at it… two lines – one bold, one faint. I already knew what it meant, but Angela was confused. I showed her the instructions and told her, “I’m pregnant.” I just looked at her blankly. All the while I’m asking myself, how do I react? How should I feel? Should I be happy? I kinda want to cry… no, I refuse to cry right now. What am I supposed to do?
Immediately a line from one of my favourite songs, Cares Chorus, came to mind, “And any time I don’t know what to do, I will cast all my cares upon You.”
I thought to myself, “I need to pray. I want to pray.” But off we went to our kickboxing class… On our way to the class, I showed Angela another song How Great is the Love. As it was playing, I was singing to myself. Somewhere along the way, I got overwhelmed as I thought about God’s love and pictured Him embracing me. I broke down into tears. I eventually decided I didn’t want to go to our class anymore, so we went to Lakeshore and sat on the beach. I shared something from Hosea with her and she eventually said, “OK, I’m going to pray.” I was so relieved.
Many tears were shed as we prayed. I wasn’t mad. I wasn’t upset. I wasn’t distraught that life as I knew it was over. I wasn’t necessarily scared either. I was overwhelmed to an extent. I was pregnant and I understood that. I wasn’t going to argue with God and ask, “why me?!” I just asked God to help me to do what I needed to do because I didn’t know what to do. I asked God to help me raise this baby. I asked God to prepare my parents’ heart for the news I was going to bring them. And I asked God to use everything for His glory.