Jonathan's Gift of Joy
Jonathan’s Gift of Joy
Three months after we lost Aaron Marcus, I received a “prophetic word” from the Lord that we would have another son, and his name would be “Jonathan.” I wondered what his name meant, so I looked it up and discovered it means “the Lord has given.” My heart lifted with this word. Soon after, Tom told me, “his middle name is Isaac.” I thought “Isaac?!” So, I soon discovered Isaac means “laughter,” and he was named this because Abraham’s wife, Sarah had laughed when God’s angels had told Abraham that he and Sarah would have a child at 90 and 100! Jonathan Isaac – the Lord has given laughter.
Soon after we lost Aaron a good friend had shown us Psalm 30:5 and created a fabric picture with this verse on it: “Weeping may last for a night, but joy comes in the morning.” So, we held onto this promise, yet months later, when I still wasn’t pregnant, I felt the Lord convict me that I was holding onto this promise more than I was holding onto him. So, with tears, I gave this promise back to Jesus, and told Him if I only had girls, or never had another child, I would love and follow Him.
Only a few days later, I became pregnant. At times we were sure I was carrying Jonathan, other times we doubted. On March 15th, 1979 I went into labor – and there was a beautiful double rainbow in a Fresno sky that didn’t often see rain. Because Jonathan’s vitals dropped in half late in my labor, and our doctor was concerned about losing another baby with us, Dr. Peery didn’t wait for another doctor, but delivered Jonathan by emergency Caesarean with the help of Tom and two nurses, at 2AM on March 16th.
Jonathan appeared bruised but fine to begin with, but as the day progressed, he developed a collapsed lung, and at 6am on March 17th, Tom and I put our hands through the gloves to touch our son in the incubator before he left for Valley Children’s Intensive Care Unit – another hospital across town.
Our hearts heavy, Tom read from the book we brought with us, C.S. Lewis’ “The Voyage of the Dawn Treader.” He opened it to the part where the crew were trying to escape the Dark Island of Dreams. Lucy, one of the main characters, cried out to Aslan, the Lion (and Christ figure in the books), “Aslan, Aslan, if ever you loved us at all, send us help now.” Soon an albatross came and led them out of the darkness, and when he flew by Lucy, it whispered, “’Courage, dear heart,’ and the voice, she felt sure, was Aslan’s.”
Tom and I wept, because we knew those words were from Jesus to us, and we held tightly to them as Jonathan spent his first six days of life in Intensive Care, but came home a week after his birth. Jonathan is our son who has a great sense of humor, and often has us and others in stitches over the simplest comments. Truly, he has been a source of great joy most of his almost 40 years.